No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 60
... hurried life , but down in the glen , where she stood , the damp immobility was almost oppressive . She entered the house once more , rubbing her hands together for warmth . In the kitchen all was confusion . A fire burnt briskly in the ...
... hurried life , but down in the glen , where she stood , the damp immobility was almost oppressive . She entered the house once more , rubbing her hands together for warmth . In the kitchen all was confusion . A fire burnt briskly in the ...
Pagina 72
... hurried in a gleaming amber mass towards the bay . It was composed of a few crofts , flanking the grass- grown road , most of them stone with blunted corners and roughly thatched roofs : a few turf huts remained , however , which had ...
... hurried in a gleaming amber mass towards the bay . It was composed of a few crofts , flanking the grass- grown road , most of them stone with blunted corners and roughly thatched roofs : a few turf huts remained , however , which had ...
Pagina 288
... hurried across the churchyard , followed by curious and sympathetic eyes . She entered the gloomy little church where the damp crawled down the walls . A few people were already seated as she hurried towards the little pew beneath the ...
... hurried across the churchyard , followed by curious and sympathetic eyes . She entered the gloomy little church where the damp crawled down the walls . A few people were already seated as she hurried towards the little pew beneath the ...
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