The PoliticianA.C. McClurg & Company, 1910 - 409 pages |
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... NIGHT ? " · · 177 XI VERNEY TAKES THE VEIL 196 XII THE STRUGGLE AT SARATOGA 214 · • XIII " FRIENDS , How GOES THE FIGHT ? " 232 XIV RIVALS 248 • XV THE ONE THING A WOMAN MUST NOT SAY 258 · XVI LIGHT . 274 XVII THE FURY OF A WOMAN ...
... NIGHT ? " · · 177 XI VERNEY TAKES THE VEIL 196 XII THE STRUGGLE AT SARATOGA 214 · • XIII " FRIENDS , How GOES THE FIGHT ? " 232 XIV RIVALS 248 • XV THE ONE THING A WOMAN MUST NOT SAY 258 · XVI LIGHT . 274 XVII THE FURY OF A WOMAN ...
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... night , ” remarked Mrs. Cumloch , as they sat down to the table , 66 a real , live politician , " and she smiled kindly at Ellis . Whereupon the conversation centred at once , firmly and politely , in spite of the young delegate's ...
... night , ” remarked Mrs. Cumloch , as they sat down to the table , 66 a real , live politician , " and she smiled kindly at Ellis . Whereupon the conversation centred at once , firmly and politely , in spite of the young delegate's ...
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... night again after the heat and noise of the convention ! " he said . " And I'm glad to get West too ; it's something I don't often do , but I like it a lot when I get here ! " " And that from a New Yorker ! " returned Harriet . " But I ...
... night again after the heat and noise of the convention ! " he said . " And I'm glad to get West too ; it's something I don't often do , but I like it a lot when I get here ! " " And that from a New Yorker ! " returned Harriet . " But I ...
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... night , when he had gone with the other guests , she went to her aunt's room , long hair hanging in a dark braid down over her silken négligé . 66 I came to say good - night , " she said , settling herself in a large chintz armchair ...
... night , when he had gone with the other guests , she went to her aunt's room , long hair hanging in a dark braid down over her silken négligé . 66 I came to say good - night , " she said , settling herself in a large chintz armchair ...
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... that way about George Benton . " " Oh , George Benton , " said the girl , and a moment or two later she rose . " Good - night , Aunt Lydia , " she said , kissing her aunt tenderly , if preoccupiedly [ 48 ] The Politician.
... that way about George Benton . " " Oh , George Benton , " said the girl , and a moment or two later she rose . " Good - night , Aunt Lydia , " she said , kissing her aunt tenderly , if preoccupiedly [ 48 ] The Politician.
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Page 306 - I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill ; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
Page 115 - Master of human destinies am I ; Fame, Love and Fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk. I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate; If sleeping, wake; if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate, And...
Page 245 - O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!
Page 117 - Wail not for precious chances passed away, Weep not for golden ages on the wane; Each night I burn the records of the day, At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb: My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep, I lend my arm to all who say, "I can.
Page 115 - MASTER of human destinies am I! Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace— soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate, And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, Condemned to failure, penury, and woe, Seek me in vain and...
Page 117 - They do me wrong who say I come no more When once I knock and fail to find you in; For every day I stand outside your door And bid you wake and rise to fight and win. Wail not for precious chances passed away! Weep not for golden ages on the wane! Each night I burn the records of the day; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped; To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come....
Page 117 - No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep But yet may rise and be again a man. Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast? Dost reel from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell! Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven. Each morning gives thee wings to fly from hell ; Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven.
Page 360 - That the maintenance inviolate of the rights of the States, and especially the right of each State to order and control its own domestic institutions, according to its own judgment exclusively, is ««ential to that balance of power upon which the perfection and endurance of our political fabric depends.
Page 185 - You might as well kill a man as scare him to death. Why this stealthy footpad tread and fearsome touch? "
Page 314 - ... you don't know what it means to me to have a friend like you " of his at parting would have served to drive that doubt from her mind.