No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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... corner bore the remains of a meal ; dirty plates were piled in one corner . Beside the fire sat an old sheep- dog who scratched himself ceaselessly , knocking his elbow against the bare boards . Hamish wished he had not come ; the ...
... corner bore the remains of a meal ; dirty plates were piled in one corner . Beside the fire sat an old sheep- dog who scratched himself ceaselessly , knocking his elbow against the bare boards . Hamish wished he had not come ; the ...
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... corner of the nursery and would not be wanted any more . A movement from Alex's crib in the corner made her look up . The child was turning over in his sleep . A sudden terror assailed her . What if Alex should die too ? She rose to her ...
... corner of the nursery and would not be wanted any more . A movement from Alex's crib in the corner made her look up . The child was turning over in his sleep . A sudden terror assailed her . What if Alex should die too ? She rose to her ...
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... sound of that imperious , husky voice her heart almost seemed to stop beating . Then the hackney rattled off and she was left alone in the wind at the corner . 14 DAY USE RETURN TO DESK FROM WHICH BORROWED LOAN NO SECOND SPRING.
... sound of that imperious , husky voice her heart almost seemed to stop beating . Then the hackney rattled off and she was left alone in the wind at the corner . 14 DAY USE RETURN TO DESK FROM WHICH BORROWED LOAN NO SECOND SPRING.
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