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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"'You're pretty swift, aren't you?' she said cuttingly"
1908
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"'Well,' he said, slowly, 'I believe you're right'"
N.C. Wyeth
1903
She leaned toward him with eyes shining more brightly than the moonlight in the wake of their canoe. "Oh, you're splendid."
N.C. Wyeth
1911
With Eve in London
"Well," she said, as if this was the first moment of their meeting, "how have you been, sir?"
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"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.
N.C. Wyeth
1931
Michael, You're Going Out? I Knew You--You Would Try for It!
Harvey T. Dunn
1913
That endless stream across the Dubuque ferry was flowing on ahead of me, and the fast-going part of it was passing me every hour like swift schooners outstripping a slow, round-bellied Dutch square-rigger
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"She didn't come - she didn't come," he said over and over to himself. "She didn't come to see her old dad - and it's Christmas Day"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
He were n't no saint,--them engineers / Is all pretty much alike
N.C. Wyeth
1912
The Blind Beggar on the Isle of Mull
In about half an hour of walk, I over took a great, ragged man, moving pretty fast but feeling before him with a staff
N.C. Wyeth
1913
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
"All right," he said harshly. "You understand that you are a prisoner here now, don't you?"
N.C. Wyeth
1925
"I seek him called Splinters," she said. "I heard your story from the window. Come with me."
N.C. Wyeth
1922