No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 73
... cloud - capped mountains at the head of the loch . The Manse stood up the glen , a good half - mile from the sea's edge ... clouds were so low that they almost seemed to touch the house itself and rest on the bosom of the sea below . The ...
... cloud - capped mountains at the head of the loch . The Manse stood up the glen , a good half - mile from the sea's edge ... clouds were so low that they almost seemed to touch the house itself and rest on the bosom of the sea below . The ...
Pagina 101
... clouds tearing across the face of the moon , plunging the earth into darkness , then splashing it with light . She watched the rim of light round the curved edges of the clouds gleam- ing from the moon behind . She hurried up the glen ...
... clouds tearing across the face of the moon , plunging the earth into darkness , then splashing it with light . She watched the rim of light round the curved edges of the clouds gleam- ing from the moon behind . She hurried up the glen ...
Pagina 213
... cloud on the Coolins far above him ; the peak of Scurr Alistair and the ugly , jagged gap of Bruach - na - frith would appear and disappear in the mist . The legion of great grey rain - clouds would blot out the splintered heights for a ...
... cloud on the Coolins far above him ; the peak of Scurr Alistair and the ugly , jagged gap of Bruach - na - frith would appear and disappear in the mist . The legion of great grey rain - clouds would blot out the splintered heights for a ...
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