Here we grow the flax and grain; here we raise the meat they eat, and the wool to keep them warm; we cut trees to build their houses and firewood to heat their stoves. — Ernest Poole Copy Share Image
What kind of crops do they raise in the towns? Only Grand Dukes, Bolsheviks and drunkards! — Ernest Poole Copy Share Image
“Yes, read about jobs and your hours and wages. Yes, you must strike, you must have better lives. But you must read also about… — Ernest Poole Copy Share Image
Here we grow the flax and grain; here we raise the meat they eat, and the wool to keep them warm; we cut trees… — Ernest Poole Copy Share Image
“Would Edith ever be like that, a mere custodian of the past? If she did, he thought, she would be false to the very… — Ernest Poole Copy Share Image
The trouble with those people is that they think all the best things are made in the cities. It is not so. — Ernest Poole Copy Share Image
“Queer, how a man can neglect his children, as I have done ... when the thing he wants most in life is to see… — Ernest Poole Copy Share Image
“I suppose you know what you're about." "Oh no, I don't," she answered. "I never know what I'm about. If you always do, you… — Ernest Poole Copy Share Image
What kind of crops do they raise in the towns? Only Grand Dukes, Bolsheviks and drunkards! — Ernest Poole Copy Share Image
