Listen to Sarah Hoyt! cried Ruth. Her long bony face was twisted with anger and hunger. She’s actually laughing. I despise her! It dishonors the dead to make friends with their murderers.Eben’s heart...
They won’t let you see her, said Ruth flatly. Now tell us, Mr. Williams, why has ransom not come? Do people have short memories or no memory? Why do they not rescue us? I get so angry sometimes. thoug...
What do you mean--your family? he said. Joseph, you do not have a in this terrible place. You have a master. Do not confuse savages who happen to give you food with Joseph’s face hardened. They are m...
You know what is happening with Eben, don’t you?Will he marry Sarah? Mercy asked excitedly. We don’t know how it worked out. Tell us.Father Meriel will honor Sarah’s decision to accept Eben. I guess i...
All his life Reeve had reacted to good news and bad by wanting to throw things.
And Charlotte! said Mrs. Shields in tones of disgust. Who even knew there was a town called Charlotte?
And Ruth was the last person to whom a sensible Indian would hand a weapon.
And it isn’t creepy. It’s romantic.
Bianca and Mindy crept into the room like great big fashionable mice.
By noon the next day, she had pulled off three more ATM events.
Everybody was outdoors. This was the walkingest place Brian had ever seen.
Fall in love with me, Gary! She thought. Please. Please sit here holding me and think there's nowhere on earth I'd rather be than here, and no girl I'd rather have in my lap than Beth Rose Chapman!
Foster children could pack quickly. Every move Matt had ever made took only minutes, whereas when real people moved, they spent weeks getting ready, filling huge vans and leaving a trail of cardboard...
He felt enormously tired, as if he were an autumn leaf and his season were over. He felt ready to fall from the branch.
He got out in a middle-aged kind of way, locked the car, and ambled along.
Her father drove up and down car aisles, looking for a good slot. Who cared about a good slot? Just park the car already!
She and Reeve texted all the time, and she followed his Facebook page.
I have no beliefs, said her mother. Only hopes.
I must remember that. Things become what you expect them to become. But I am granite. Nothing can shatter me.
More clumsily,he put his arm around her and tried to hug. They were definitely amateurs at showing affection.
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