My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd. “This Land of Saints,” and then as the applause died out, “Of plaster Saints;” his beautiful mischievous head thrown back.
My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd. “This
My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd. “This Land of Saints,” and then as the applause died out, “Of plaster Saints;” his beautiful mischievous head thrown back.
