She was coming. I watched the slight figure grow out of the dusk between the trees, and the darkness in which I had walked of late fell away. The wood that had been so gloomy was a place of sunlight… — Mary Johnston Copy Share Image
All things die not: while the soul lives, love lives: the song may be now gay, now plaintive, but it is deathless. — Mary Johnston Copy Share Image
She was coming. I watched the slight figure grow out of the dusk between the trees, and the darkness in which I had walked… — Mary Johnston Copy Share Image
“Take my advice - it is that of your friend," he said, as he swung himself into the saddle. He gathered up the reins… — Mary Johnston Copy Share Image
My feeling toward the animal is that he is our younger brother, and that we are our brother's keeper. — Mary Johnston Copy Share Image
My feeling toward the animal is that he is our younger brother, and that we are our brothers keeper. — Mary Johnston Copy Share Image
All things die not: while the soul lives, love lives: the song may be now gay, now plaintive, but it is deathless. — Mary Johnston Copy Share Image
