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I must fetch the things by boat and land them myself . ” She gazed at him mournfully , shaking her old head slowly to and fro . “ The wind is too strong , " was all she said , in a voice that was at one with the darkness and solitude of ...
I must fetch the things by boat and land them myself . ” She gazed at him mournfully , shaking her old head slowly to and fro . “ The wind is too strong , " was all she said , in a voice that was at one with the darkness and solitude of ...
Pagina 167
When at last the smaller farmers gave in and sold their land , there was nothing left for them . They must either live on , poverty - stricken , in a world of dreams , often full of an anguish that could only be drowned in the hot ...
When at last the smaller farmers gave in and sold their land , there was nothing left for them . They must either live on , poverty - stricken , in a world of dreams , often full of an anguish that could only be drowned in the hot ...
Pagina 241
Tears streamed down the cheeks of the men who were leaving the only land they knew ; a bewildered horror was depicted on their bronzed faces and in their grey eyes . The setting was perfect : the waves dashed against the boat's side and ...
Tears streamed down the cheeks of the men who were leaving the only land they knew ; a bewildered horror was depicted on their bronzed faces and in their grey eyes . The setting was perfect : the waves dashed against the boat's side and ...
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