No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 70
... Manse stood up the glen a good half- mile from the sea's edge . The road wound slowly upwards , the steeps of Scurr Dubh on the right and Ben Buie jutting angrily into the heavens on the left . Great trees grew round the Manse , planted ...
... Manse stood up the glen a good half- mile from the sea's edge . The road wound slowly upwards , the steeps of Scurr Dubh on the right and Ben Buie jutting angrily into the heavens on the left . Great trees grew round the Manse , planted ...
Pagina 97
... Manse , but in her heart of hearts she knew that there were no men abroad in the glens . She stumbled up to the Manse , breathless and trembling . The moonlight shone on the square of the door until it was like a slab of gray light . A ...
... Manse , but in her heart of hearts she knew that there were no men abroad in the glens . She stumbled up to the Manse , breathless and trembling . The moonlight shone on the square of the door until it was like a slab of gray light . A ...
Pagina 187
... Manse , he was wandering home in the gloaming , the soft- ness of the evening light creeping into the hard crags of his mind ; suddenly his eyes filled with tears , because of the helplessness and unutter- able pathos of the people ...
... Manse , he was wandering home in the gloaming , the soft- ness of the evening light creeping into the hard crags of his mind ; suddenly his eyes filled with tears , because of the helplessness and unutter- able pathos of the people ...
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