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A young man stood before him , short and dark , his face burned to a deep brown , his eyes direct and shining like blue glass . Here was the true Celt . The hostility was not there , that veiled enmity which puzzled Hamish so much .
A young man stood before him , short and dark , his face burned to a deep brown , his eyes direct and shining like blue glass . Here was the true Celt . The hostility was not there , that veiled enmity which puzzled Hamish so much .
Pagina 208
... would seem eterna perfect in form , and quite motionless , and then qui quickly they would crumble together in great blazin ruins , and presently the sky would be vast and lonely a wild - duck - egg blue .
... would seem eterna perfect in form , and quite motionless , and then qui quickly they would crumble together in great blazin ruins , and presently the sky would be vast and lonely a wild - duck - egg blue .
Pagina 213
The legion of great grey rain - clouds would blot out the splintered heights for a moment , and then the curtain would split , revealing a tiny gap of duck - egg blue . Then above the grey , the light would shine out , edging the ...
The legion of great grey rain - clouds would blot out the splintered heights for a moment , and then the curtain would split , revealing a tiny gap of duck - egg blue . Then above the grey , the light would shine out , edging the ...
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Allison answer appeared baby beautiful began Bella beneath beside blue boat brain child closed clouds cold continued corner dark dead dear door drew entered existence eyes face fear feel feet fell felt fingers fire followed forward gazed gently gleaming Glenlee gone grey hair hall Hamish hand happiness hard head hear heard heart heavy hills human hurried Jean kind knew land leave light lived London looked Lord Mama Manse mind minister mist moment mountains moved never night once passed perhaps Presently quietly road rose round seemed seen shadow shoulder side silence Simon sleep slowly smiled snow soft sometimes sound spirit spoke standing stone stood strange stretched suddenly tears things thought turned voice watched weary wind window woman