No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 60
... fire burnt briskly in the rusted grate , over which a kettle hung , suspended from an iron hook and chain . Bella was almost totally immersed in a wooden packing - case , from which she was extracting pots and pans , oat- meal ...
... fire burnt briskly in the rusted grate , over which a kettle hung , suspended from an iron hook and chain . Bella was almost totally immersed in a wooden packing - case , from which she was extracting pots and pans , oat- meal ...
Pagina 87
... fire . In the centre of the floor , strutting to and fro , was the pedlar . His brightly painted handcart stood beside him , and beneath his arm he held his pipes . For the moment he had ceased playing . Men and women were grouped ...
... fire . In the centre of the floor , strutting to and fro , was the pedlar . His brightly painted handcart stood beside him , and beneath his arm he held his pipes . For the moment he had ceased playing . Men and women were grouped ...
Pagina 265
... fires lay strewn about the hearth . There was a strange smell of peat - smoke , musty leather and stale spirits . The ... fire sat an old sheep- dog who scratched himself ceaselessly , knocking his elbow against the bare boards . Hamish ...
... fires lay strewn about the hearth . There was a strange smell of peat - smoke , musty leather and stale spirits . The ... fire sat an old sheep- dog who scratched himself ceaselessly , knocking his elbow against the bare boards . Hamish ...
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