No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 18
... round about , and the grim , dilapidated walls and roof were rounded and softened by it . Lights streamed through the bottom windows , and the sound of voices could be heard even above the shriek of the wind . Hamish approached the door ...
... round about , and the grim , dilapidated walls and roof were rounded and softened by it . Lights streamed through the bottom windows , and the sound of voices could be heard even above the shriek of the wind . Hamish approached the door ...
Pagina 62
... round the southern headland appeared a boat , tacking and veering in the morning light . The wind was rising now , and a stiff breeze tossed the little ship hither and thither as it rounded the point . Hamish turned , delighted . Here ...
... round the southern headland appeared a boat , tacking and veering in the morning light . The wind was rising now , and a stiff breeze tossed the little ship hither and thither as it rounded the point . Hamish turned , delighted . Here ...
Pagina 263
... round and round , so that new values appeared , and old ones sank to the bottom . Then he had gone to London . The vision of the first sail up the Thames and the sight of the Houses of Parliament came back to him . And now he felt as ...
... round and round , so that new values appeared , and old ones sank to the bottom . Then he had gone to London . The vision of the first sail up the Thames and the sight of the Houses of Parliament came back to him . And now he felt as ...
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