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He greeted her politely; threw a hasty glance around the court to see if he was observed, and then tossed her book dexterously over into her hands. "I have pinned the written exercise to the flyleaf," he said. "You will probably have time to copy it before breakfast." "I am ever so much obliged to you," she managed to stammer.
There was a quantity of the apparatus essential to engraving the plates. This stuff more than half filled the box. Then there were a number of books. "Elementary textbooks," said Dr. Farnsworth, glancing at them. On the flyleaf of one of them was written in a bold, firm hand: "Logan Black." "Loge or Logan Black," said Dr.
I have forgot what little I learned of it, and that was next to nothing. But open the book, please, at the title-page." "I see nothing. It has neither book-plate nor owner's signature." "The title-page, I said. You are staring at the flyleaf." "Ah, to be sure " Lady Caroline turned a leaf. "Is this what you mean?" She held up a loose sheet of paper covered with writing. "Read it."
She sat down to think, her elbows on the desk in front of her, her chin in her hand, her eyes at the level of a line of books which stood on end. Chitty's Pleadings, Blackstone, Greenleaf on Evidence. Absently; as a person whose mind is in trouble, she reached out and took one of them down and opened it. Across the flyleaf, in a high and bold hand, was written the name, Stephen Atterbury Brice.
She wrote to him no more; he had not written her for weeks, save only the few lines of congratulation on the success of her novel, and to thank her for the author's copy she had sent him: the three-volume London edition with a fond inscription on the flyleaf a line in each volume. This was the end of all that.
Hence many people complain of having no time to study the Bible, when the fact is they have nearly all their time, if they only knew it. I early learned to study the Bible at any time or under any circumstances, and the advantages of this to me have been beyond estimation. As soon as I got my family Bible, I wrote on a flyleaf a few simple To study this book carefully and prayerfully every day.
Then he pulled out his Baedeker and began to write his will upon the flyleaf, but his hand twitched so that he was hardly legible. By some strange gymnastic of the legal mind a death, even by violence, if accepted quietly, had a place in the order of things, while a death which overtook one galloping frantically over a desert was wholly irregular and discomposing.
And the poor sick wife, as she watched, said to those around her that the weather was gradually changing, and that all would come right at last; and sighing a prayer that it might be so with herself also, she had her Bible brought to the bed, and wrote in the flyleaf the text, "Some thirty, some sixty, some an hundredfold"; and after the text the date of the day, for on that day the sun had been shining steadily for many hours.
The Archdeacon took it up. "Sir Thomas Browne's Religio Medici and Urn Burial. On the flyleaf, 'Paul Savelli. An undergraduate, I should say, on a walking tour." Miss Winwood took the book from his hands a little cheap reprint. "I'm glad," she said. "Why, my dear Ursula?" "I'm very fond of Sir Thomas Browne, myself," she replied. Presently the doctor came and made his examination.
Fancy finding the contes of August Strindberg, the dramatist, that genius of subtle perception and abysmal gloom, here in this forsaken place. Hollister fluttered the pages. Writing on the flyleaf caught his eye.
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