 The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel the heart, — rallied back, the film forsook his eyes for a moment, — he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, — then...  The Atlantic Monthly - หน้า 5131894มุมมองทั้งเล่ม - เกี่ยวกับหนังสือเล่มนี้
 | Herbert Read - 2006 - 708 หน้า
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 | Laurence Sterne - 2006 - 340 หน้า
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 | William Blake Gerard - 2006 - 284 หน้า
...Toby "had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, ... the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him" (VI. 10.5 12). The centerpiece of the scene, Le Fever himself, moving toward his new role as the focus... | |
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