Word: servante
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...setting is "a fair oasis in the purest desert" of the afterworld. Job, his wife, God and the Devil are the actors, and the theme is the place of reason (or lack of it) in man's lot under God's hand. Says God (who, like his servant, is pure New Englander in sense and idiom): I've had you on my mind a thousand
...still an early riser, getting to his office at 8, whisking swiftly through documents and mail before the committee hearings begin at 10. In the Senate club, he is, by & large, a lone wolf. He is living proof that a man can be a successful politician and public servant without being a backslapper. He has his dignity. He is not athletic, likes starchy foods, smokes a box of Sano (denicotinized) cigars a week, and has almost no hobbies...
...film tells of an Irish girl of the 1870's (Greer Garson) who becomes a servant in the home of a mill owner (Donald Crisp) whom her legless, ex-millhand father (Lionel Barrymore) hates. She watches over the mill owner's stuffy, weak or shallow children (Dan Duryea, Marshall Thompson and Marsha Hunt respectively), becomes a bosom friend of his wife (Gladys Cooper), and falls in love with his one worthy son (Gregory Peck). After trying to help settle a labor dispute involving Montague Barrymore and Capulet Crisp, she withdraws to watch her lover endure a loveless marriage...
...work is not all satisfactory. On the one hand Miss Garson sometimes depends too heavily on the limited charms of a brogue, a bustle and a charade-like servant's toddle; on the other, as if by weary obligation, she sometimes lets her face become MGM's official Etruscan mask. Between these hazards, however, she walks a wide and pleasant road, with evident delight and considerable power to communicate it. Some of her love scenes, especially, are worthy of a much better film...
...Half his hand was gone and his leg below the knee was crushed and broken. While his wounds were dressed he smoked, lighting a new cigarette from the stump of an old one. His eyes were as steady as a child's, only his lips were white. . . . My servant grinned. 'You always know the old 'uns,' he said...