No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 58
... boat would be venturing into the bay at all at all , with the wind in the southwest . But surely now , Hamish thought , now that the wind had dropped and the sea lay before him calm and undisturbed , little tongues of dark water lick ...
... boat would be venturing into the bay at all at all , with the wind in the southwest . But surely now , Hamish thought , now that the wind had dropped and the sea lay before him calm and undisturbed , little tongues of dark water lick ...
Pagina 191
... boat drew out from the strand , the rowlocks creaking , the shock of the water slapping and shuddering against the bow . Hamish sat in the stern , gazing outward to the ship . The wake of the rowing boat was smooth and dotted with ...
... boat drew out from the strand , the rowlocks creaking , the shock of the water slapping and shuddering against the bow . Hamish sat in the stern , gazing outward to the ship . The wake of the rowing boat was smooth and dotted with ...
Pagina 199
Janet Beith. given up hope - the boat was late , the boat nearly always was ; they would be home in time for ... boats everywhere , and down at the foot of some of the sloping muddy alleys the masts and bowsprits seemed to have become ...
Janet Beith. given up hope - the boat was late , the boat nearly always was ; they would be home in time for ... boats everywhere , and down at the foot of some of the sloping muddy alleys the masts and bowsprits seemed to have become ...
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