Indian Summer of a Forsyte - In Chancery by John Galsworthy
page 64 of 433 (14%)
page 64 of 433 (14%)
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But the thistledown was still as death, and the face of his old master.
Summer--summer--summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass! 1917 IN CHANCERY Two households both alike in dignity, From ancient grudge, break into new mutiny. --Romeo and Juliet TO JESSIE AND JOSEPH CONRAD PART 1 CHAPTER I--AT TIMOTHY'S The possessive instinct never stands still. Through florescence and feud, frosts and fires, it followed the laws of progression even in the Forsyte family which had believed it fixed for ever. Nor can it be |
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