Words of Cheer for the Tempted, the Toiling, and the Sorrowing
Fiction & Literature, Psychological, Classics, Literary
| Author: | T. S. Arthur | ISBN: | 1230002958514 |
| Publisher: | GOLDEN CLASSIC PRESS | Publication: | November 30, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | T. S. Arthur |
| ISBN: | 1230002958514 |
| Publisher: | GOLDEN CLASSIC PRESS |
| Publication: | November 30, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
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Synopsis:
Words of Cheer for the Tempted, the Toiling, and the Sorrowing by Timothy Shay Arthur l that I am rather a restraint than otherwise, I retire--to weep. You are yet young and beautiful, my child, for you have never known such feelings. I am too selfish, or I would not be sad so often; it is right that I should pass through such a school of discipline. I hope it has already made me better." The look of resignation that beamed from Miss Clinton's tearful eyes, caused a chord in Alice's heart to tremble with a strange blending of love, sweetness, and sorrow. "You should be happy, if any one should, dear aunt," she said in a low voice, and she partly averted her head, to conceal the tears that started down her cheek. "I am happy so often, she resumed, turning around and seating herself upon an ottoman at her aunt's feet. "You deserve so much more than I--to be as good as you are, Aunt Mary, I would almost change situations, for then I should be sure of going to heaven."
*** Original and Unabridged Content. Made available by GOLDEN CLASSIC PRESS***
Synopsis:
Words of Cheer for the Tempted, the Toiling, and the Sorrowing by Timothy Shay Arthur l that I am rather a restraint than otherwise, I retire--to weep. You are yet young and beautiful, my child, for you have never known such feelings. I am too selfish, or I would not be sad so often; it is right that I should pass through such a school of discipline. I hope it has already made me better." The look of resignation that beamed from Miss Clinton's tearful eyes, caused a chord in Alice's heart to tremble with a strange blending of love, sweetness, and sorrow. "You should be happy, if any one should, dear aunt," she said in a low voice, and she partly averted her head, to conceal the tears that started down her cheek. "I am happy so often, she resumed, turning around and seating herself upon an ottoman at her aunt's feet. "You deserve so much more than I--to be as good as you are, Aunt Mary, I would almost change situations, for then I should be sure of going to heaven."
