Word: mined
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...answer to the "question of principle" which he asks is so patent that no Catholic ever thought of giving it. "Why does the Roman Catholic Church he asks refuse to grant a divorce to a man and woman who have lived in civil wedlock; but instead (italics mine) grants an annulment, of which one effect is to inform the unhappy pair that they have been living together in an unmarried state?" The Catholic Church grants no divorce, that is well-known. Neither does it grant an annulment. It announces that a marriage is null, when it is null, an entirely...
...watching the highest of all the flames, the streaking blue wisp like a hand, never reaching ever trying...."Created a book" she went on deftly. "And I am happy to have you all here to look at it, bless it. For you are wise men--and the book is mine. My husband, you see--my husband does not understand. He is not wise; he is only a husband. And he thinks that the book should be at least partly, his...It is not. It is mine, mine and God's." She extended the volume toward Thwait...
...perhaps imagine how busy I could be. ... It was my job to feed and water the horses and clean out the stables; then I had to help feed the cows and cattle. . . . The hogs also had to be fed. . . . There was one other job that was wholly mine. No one ever took it away from me and there was no one else that I could wish it upon. I refer, of course, to filling the wood box in the kitchen. It sometimes seemed to me that it had no bottom...
...said that in ten years Baltimore would eclipse even Pittsburgh as a steel centre. 'Some of you,' I said, 'thought I was dreaming when I spoke in 1916 of our plans for Sparrows Point. You have seen them realized. . . . You will see this dream of mine tonight come true when, ten years hence, I come again among...
...proceeds in the solemn vein:--"Thus it was that I was enabled to set about a labour of love and reverently to pry from its pedestal a figure halting upon one knee, with sensitive hands clasped in adoration before its bosom (now in the Fogg). No vandal hand but mine had disturbed it for eleven hundred years...