No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 165
... 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 raw whisky , or else the unflinching spirit in some of these ...
... 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 raw whisky , or else the unflinching spirit in some of these ...
Pagina 204
... land a hero , a man great and wise who has traveled ; he could almost hear the people's voices acclaiming him . Then the vision of the Glenlee sound and the hills of the Islands clouded out everything else and his Highland eyes filled ...
... land a hero , a man great and wise who has traveled ; he could almost hear the people's voices acclaiming him . Then the vision of the Glenlee sound and the hills of the Islands clouded out everything else and his Highland eyes filled ...
Pagina 235
... land for the first time for many days . Water raced down the sides of the hill road , the burn roared down the steeps of Ben Buie , hurling itself in a brown creaming mass into the linn . Leaves were torn from the trees , the sea was ...
... land for the first time for many days . Water raced down the sides of the hill road , the burn roared down the steeps of Ben Buie , hurling itself in a brown creaming mass into the linn . Leaves were torn from the trees , the sea was ...
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