No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 129
... beautiful here , ” said Hamish . " The sea itself is enough study for a life- time ; the shadows on the hills , too , are wonderful in the summer months . Do you paint landscapes , Mr. Simon ? " Simon had been listening intently to the ...
... beautiful here , ” said Hamish . " The sea itself is enough study for a life- time ; the shadows on the hills , too , are wonderful in the summer months . Do you paint landscapes , Mr. Simon ? " Simon had been listening intently to the ...
Pagina 130
... beautiful greyness with the mysterious forms of things appearing which did not exist in the dazzle of daylight , and the realiza- tion of vast tracts of earth over which to fly , and then the sea- He ceased abruptly , smiling ...
... beautiful greyness with the mysterious forms of things appearing which did not exist in the dazzle of daylight , and the realiza- tion of vast tracts of earth over which to fly , and then the sea- He ceased abruptly , smiling ...
Pagina 279
... beautiful innocent ? Her voice faltered , but she sang on . Suddenly the child was taken with a violent shiver- ing fit , and then she lay very still , one arm twitching convulsively . She muttered and screamed with fright ; it was ...
... beautiful innocent ? Her voice faltered , but she sang on . Suddenly the child was taken with a violent shiver- ing fit , and then she lay very still , one arm twitching convulsively . She muttered and screamed with fright ; it was ...
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