Friday, the Thirteenth: A NovelDoubleday, Page, 1907 - 226 pagini |
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Pagina 141 - Bob was kneeling at the side of her chair, his hands clasped and uplifted in an agony of appeal that was supplemented by the awful groans. His face showed unspeakable terror and entreaty; the eyes were bursting from their sockets and were riveted on hers as those of a man in a dungeon might be fixed upon an approaching spectre of one whom he had murdered.
Pagina 34 - Rule ("Do unto your neighbour as you would have your neighbour do unto you").
Pagina 9 - Go back to that hell-pit and sell, sell, sell.' 'Sell what and how much?' I asked. 'Anything, everything. Give the thieves every share they will take, and when they won't take any more, ram as much again down their crops until they spit up all they have been buying for the last three months!
Pagina 142 - There still resounded through the room the awful guttural groans. Beulah Sands smiled, the smile of an infant in the cradle. She took one beautiful hand from the paper and passed it over Bob's bronzed cheek, just as the infant touches its mother's face with its chubby fingers.
Pagina 222 - I staggered to his side. As I touched his now fast-icing brow my eyes fell upon the great black headlines spread across the top of the paper that Beulah Sands had been reading when the all-kind God had cut her bonds: FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH...
Pagina 135 - Terrible panic in Wall Street. One man against millions. Robert Brownley broke 'the Street.' Made twenty millions in an hour. Banks failed. Wreck and ruin everywhere. President Snow of Asterfield National a suicide.
Pagina 8 - I had only dropped in on my rounds for an order, as they were running off right smart, and I didn't know but he might like to pick up some bargains. 'Bargains!
Pagina 193 - ... the welfare, not only of Wall Street, but of the nation, perhaps even of the civilised world.
Pagina 105 - System' as though they lived in the realm of the Sultan, where a few cutthroat brigands are licensed to rob and oppress to their heart's content.
Pagina 142 - Beulah Sands was a dead woman; not dead in body, but in soul; the magic spark had fled.