She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read. — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“That lame man you saw-- is he grateful now? Is it worth it to get on his feet and spend the rest of his… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
“Daniel, he said. I would have you follow me. Master!…I will fight for you to the end!. My loyal friend, he said, I would… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
“When I take you on board the Witch, it's going to be for keeps.” — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
“Haven't you ever wondered,' he attempted, 'what good it is for them to be healed, those people that Jesus cures? They're happy at first.… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
“The one small room the house contained was scoured as a seashell. There was a table, a chest, a bedstead with a faded quilt,… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
The impression of strength came from an extraordinary vitality that seemed to pulse in the very air around him — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
“The girl looked about her. “’ Tis a pretty room,” she said without thinking, and then wondered how that could be, when it was… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
“Have you noticed her name?" Kit leaned sideways to see the letters painted jauntily on the transom. "The WITCH! How did you dare? Does… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
Who would guess," he teased, "that I'd ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair?" Kit giggled. "Are you saying I've… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
“AS THE heavy door shut behind him the cloud gradually lifted from the room. Rachel moved nervously to the table and began to wrap… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
“William seemed to find nothing lacking in those evenings. For him it was enough simply to sit across the room and look at her.… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
From that first moment, in a way she could never explain, the Meadows claimed her and made her their own. — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
“Miriam felt astonished at herself. It was a new thing for her to step out so independently. Somehow, in the past month a tough… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
What a pity every child couldn't learn to read under a willow tree... — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share
