Harper's Magazine, Volume 141Henry Mills Alden, Thomas Bucklin Wells, Lee Foster Hartman, Frederick Lewis Allen Harper & Brothers, 1920 - American literature Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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... face is the immense , flaunting , and dangerous luxury of the wealthy classes in cities like New York . It is provocative and challenging to masses of wage - earners who find prices rising against them quicker than their wages rise ...
... face is the immense , flaunting , and dangerous luxury of the wealthy classes in cities like New York . It is provocative and challenging to masses of wage - earners who find prices rising against them quicker than their wages rise ...
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... face was not vividly colored , either , and had acquired the immobility of expression that sensitive people in contact with violent life almost always do acquire . The result was that there seemed to be something dead about his face ...
... face was not vividly colored , either , and had acquired the immobility of expression that sensitive people in contact with violent life almost always do acquire . The result was that there seemed to be something dead about his face ...
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... face ? You say that the half - baked opinions of an immature girl make no difference ? " " No , I shouldn't say that — at least not to Crystal , " murmured her father . " But the mere fact that she picks up such ideas proves that they ...
... face ? You say that the half - baked opinions of an immature girl make no difference ? " " No , I shouldn't say that — at least not to Crystal , " murmured her father . " But the mere fact that she picks up such ideas proves that they ...
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... face turned dark and bitter . Throughout the meal there was no sound except the growling of dogs among the bones beneath the table , the hushed voices of the soldiers eating in the body of the hall . Old one - eyed Baldo , Cercamorte's ...
... face turned dark and bitter . Throughout the meal there was no sound except the growling of dogs among the bones beneath the table , the hushed voices of the soldiers eating in the body of the hall . Old one - eyed Baldo , Cercamorte's ...
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... face seeming to mask some avid and sinister dream . Was she wrong in suspecting that Foresto hated Lapo Cer- camorte ... faces of the won- dering servants . The harp twanged its plaintive interlude ; then the song con- tinued , quavering ...
... face seeming to mask some avid and sinister dream . Was she wrong in suspecting that Foresto hated Lapo Cer- camorte ... faces of the won- dering servants . The harp twanged its plaintive interlude ; then the song con- tinued , quavering ...
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Page 480 - Few of us take the pains to study the origin of our cherished convictions; indeed, we have a natural repugnance to so doing. We like to continue to believe what we have been accustomed to accept as true, and the resentment aroused when doubt is cast upon any of our assumptions leads us to seek every manner of excuse for clinging to them. The result is that most of our so-called reasoning consists in finding arguments for going on believing as we already do. I remember years ago attending a public...
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Page 481 - ... primary certitude." I remember when as a youth I heard a group of business men discussing the question of the immortality of the soul, I was outraged by the sentiment of doubt expressed by one of the party. As I look back now I see that I had at the time no interest in the matter, and certainly no least. argument to urge in favor of the belief in which I had been reared. But neither my personal indifference to the issue, nor the fact that I had previously given it no attention, served to prevent...
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