Sonnie-Boy's PeopleCharles Scribner's Sons, 1913 - 363 páginas |
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Página 319 - Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world : Spare us, 0 Lord. Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world : Graciously hear us, 0 Lord. Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world : Have mercy on us.
Página 31 - Welkie looked his interrogation. "Surely. A boy of brains he'll be. I don't have to look at a man or a boy twice. Brains and will power. You could make a great career for him, Welkie — a great engineer, say, if he was started right. But, of course, you'll be in a position by and by to see that he gets the start.
Página 7 - Not personally, Miss Welkie, but surely he won't neglect his own child's future?" "I'm afraid that would not be his way of looking at it." "And his way is a fine way, no doubt, Miss Welkie — if a man had only himself to think of. But can, or should, his family — " he paused. "His family? Young Greg and I are his family, Mr. Necker, and I'm sure we're not worrying about the future." Her head bent lower to her sewing, but not too low for Necker to see the little smile, half of humor, half of something...
Página 16 - Marie pretended to see for the first time the towboat which, a hundred yards or so down the beach, was making a landing. "Sure enough, Greg!" "And somebody else!" "No; is there?" "Why, don't you see — godfather, auntie! O papa! Godfather!" He was off. When he returned he was clinging on the one hand to a tall, brown, lean-cheeked, and rather slender man of thirty four or five, in dusty corduroy coat and trousers, mud-caked shoes and leggings, khaki shirt, and a hard-looking, low-blocked Panama...
Página 35 - Two hundred a month and this house." "And I'm offering you two thousand! And — listen to this, please, Miss Welkie. In place of a mosquito-infested shoe-box of a shack in a Godforsaken hole, we'll give you and your brother a fine concrete house on a breezy hill in God's own country — a real home, Miss Welkie, with great halls and wide verandas and sun-lighted rooms through which the sea breezes will blow at night so you can sleep in peace. A mansion, Miss Welkie, with reception and music rooms,...
Página 43 - Look here, Sonnie-Boy. Here's a man says your papa is the greatest man ever was in his Ena> — Page 160. caught the embossed blue lettering on the corner: THE WHITE HOUSE He held it up in bewilderment. "Not from the President, Andie?
Página 238 - I'd told them the story of it about forty-five times, I began to see myself telling it to old Amundsen and Hilda in the big front room looking out on the plaza, her father and I having a late supper of flat bread and the goats' cheese and the dried ptarmigan chips with Trondhjem beer, and Hilda playing softly on the piano with an eye and an ear maybe sidewise now and again to me. And now we were truly homeward bound in old Magellan Straits, with the hills back of Punta 'renas in sight from our masthead,...
Página 42 - I'm not on the inside. Good-by, Welkie. I hope you get your reward some day, though I doubt it. Good-by, Mr. Balfe. You're the first of your kind I ever met. You fooled me, but I'll be ready for you next time. Good-by, Miss Welkie. I forgot to say" — he smiled slyly — "there was a sixty-horse-power French car and a fifty-foot motor-launch went with that house. Good-by." The pebbly beach crunched under Necker's receding feet. "Dear me," sighed Marie, "don't you feel half sorry for him, Andie?"...
Página 32 - That's what I call most of 'em, Necker — ditch-diggers. If your man of action hasn't himself thought out what he's doing, that's what he looks like to me — a ditch-digger, or at best a foreman of ditch-diggers. And a ditch-digger, a good ditch-digger, ought to be respected — until he thinks he's the whole works. Those kings of yours may have bossed the world, Necker, but, so long's we're arguing it, who bossed them?" "You mean that the man who bosses the world for thirty or forty years isn't...
Página 32 - Welkie noted the half-ironical smile, but he answered simply, evenly, "It's not in me; but I'd live even a sparer life than I do, if I thought anybody after me had a chance." "You're a hard man to argue with, Welkie, and I'm not going to argue with you — not on things dead and gone. You're too well posted for me. But suppose it was that way once, is it that way to-day? I'll bring it right home to you...