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"Since when is a heathen wench's word better than that of twenty Christians?" asked one of the monks. "It is I who will decide whether she alone speaketh the truth, or all of you," Richard said sternly.
"Since when is a heathen wench's word better than that of twenty Christians?" asked one of the monks. "It is I who will decide whether she alone speaketh the truth, or all of you," Richard said sternly.
"Since when is a heathen wench's word better than that of twenty Christians?" asked one of the monks. "It is I who will decide whether she alone speaketh the truth, or all of you," Richard said sternly.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"Since when is a heathen wench's word better than that of twenty Christians?" asked one of the monks. "It is I who will decide whether she alone speaketh the truth, or all of you," Richard said sternly.

1931
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She thought a poet was a man who made rimes; she did not guess that this man when he said: "'There'll be fences here, and fields and roofs and chimneys," was talking poetry
She thought a poet was a man who made rimes; she did not guess that this man when he said: "'There'll be fences here, and fields and roofs and chimneys," was talking poetry
N.C. Wyeth
1930
"They cannot better die than for their natural lord," said Dick
"They cannot better die than for their natural lord," said Dick
N.C. Wyeth
1916
She still cooked for us when Tom asked her, but she never touched a pill herself. If there is any harder test for will power, you'll have to show it to me
She still cooked for us when Tom asked her, but she never touched a pill herself. If there is any harder test for will power, you'll have to show it to me
N.C. Wyeth
1914
"Who is it, please?" she asked
"Who is it, please?" she asked
N.C. Wyeth
1905
Mr. Balfour, of the House of Shaws What he was, whether by trade or birth, was more than I could fathom
Mr. Balfour, of the House of Shaws
What he was, whether by trade or birth, was more than I could fathom
N.C. Wyeth
1913
"There is one thing better than money--and that is a human home"
"There is one thing better than money--and that is a human home"
N.C. Wyeth
1905
The Three Knights "It is very fitting," said Chandos, "that we should be companions, Nigel, for since you have tied up one of your eyes, we have but a pair between us."
The Three Knights
"It is very fitting," said Chandos, "that we should be companions, Nigel, for since you have tied up one of your eyes, we have but a pair between us."
N.C. Wyeth
1922
She Glanced Timidly Toward Him Uncertain Whether to Go Forward or Retreat
She Glanced Timidly Toward Him Uncertain Whether to Go Forward or Retreat
Felix Octavius Carr Darley
1887
When he was fourteen, Michael Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone.
When he was fourteen, Michael Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone.
N.C. Wyeth
1927
Through all the Years since 1886
Through all the Years since 1886
N.C. Wyeth
1935
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929