No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 77
... moved slowly down the ribbon of road , like flies on some patterned cloth . The wind was like a ragged - edged knife , torturing the men in their black suits and scattering the women , who stood in suffering clumps , to the shelter of ...
... moved slowly down the ribbon of road , like flies on some patterned cloth . The wind was like a ragged - edged knife , torturing the men in their black suits and scattering the women , who stood in suffering clumps , to the shelter of ...
Pagina 88
... moved , at one with the wind . Allison was afraid to break the spell . Then a man staggered and fell drunkenly forward , spilling the whisky from a mug which he held . In a moment the disgust and rage surged back into her soul , and she ...
... moved , at one with the wind . Allison was afraid to break the spell . Then a man staggered and fell drunkenly forward , spilling the whisky from a mug which he held . In a moment the disgust and rage surged back into her soul , and she ...
Pagina 94
... moved restlessly , and looking up into his face she saw that the weari- ness had from his eyes . gone 66 " What is a month ? " he exclaimed eagerly , and the theatrical resonance came back to his voice once more . They shall know the ...
... moved restlessly , and looking up into his face she saw that the weari- ness had from his eyes . gone 66 " What is a month ? " he exclaimed eagerly , and the theatrical resonance came back to his voice once more . They shall know the ...
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