 | Jeannette Leonard Gilder - 1910 - 330 páginas
...they passed, and lose them in the hollow distance, he would lie and watch the many-colored ring about the candle, and wait patiently for day. His only trouble...— to stem it with his childish hands — or choke it away with sand — and when be saw it coming on, resistless, he cried out! But a word from Florence,... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1911 - 500 páginas
...they paused, and lose them in the hollow distance, he would lie and watch the many-coloured ring about the candle, and wait patiently for day. His only trouble...rapid river. He felt forced, sometimes, to try to stop it—to stem it with his childish hands—or choke its way with sand—and when he saw it coming on,... | |
 | Sister Mary Domitilla - 1917 - 396 páginas
...they passed, and lose them in the hollow distance, he would lie and watch the many-colored rings about the candle, and wait patiently for day. His only trouble...forced, sometimes, to try to stop it, — to stem its tide with his childish hands, or choke its way with sand ; and when he saw it coming on resistless,... | |
 | 1908 - 622 páginas
...and lose them in the hollow distance, he would lie and watch the many-colored ring about the caudle, and wait patiently for day. His only trouble was the...when he saw it coming on, resistless, he cried out 1 But a word from Florence, who was always at his side, restored him to himself; and, leaning his poor... | |
 | 1893 - 688 páginas
...they passed, and lose them in the hollow distance, he would lie and watch the many-colored ring about the candle, and wait patiently for day. His only trouble...his side, restored him to himself; and leaning his p jor head upon her breast, he told Floy of his dream, and smiled. When day began to dawn again, he... | |
 | 590 páginas
...they passed, and lose them in the hollow distance, he would lie and watch the many-coloured ring about the candle, and wait patiently for day. His only trouble...when he saw it coming on, resistless, he cried out I But a word from Florence, who was always at his side, restored him to himself; and leaning his poor... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrup - 1888 - 790 páginas
...they passed, and lose them in the hollow distance, he would lie and watch the many-colored ting about the candle, and wait patiently for day. His only trouble was, the swift and rapid river. He felt breed, sometimes, to try to stop it — to stem it with his childish hands, or choke its way with sand... | |
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But a word from Florence, who was always at his side, restored him to himself ; and leaning his poor head upon her breast, he told Ploy of his dream, and smiled. 
