No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 55
... stretched her arms upward , then she rose on her toes ; she stood for a moment yawn- ing widely . A pale watery shaft of sunlight faltered through the front door , which stood ajar . She went out , lifting her head to breathe the ...
... stretched her arms upward , then she rose on her toes ; she stood for a moment yawn- ing widely . A pale watery shaft of sunlight faltered through the front door , which stood ajar . She went out , lifting her head to breathe the ...
Pagina 65
... stretched out his work - scarred hand . " Good night and you have my gratitude . " The young fisherman took it slowly . " Good night to you , " he replied simply , and then suddenly in an undertone , " They're feared and they hate what ...
... stretched out his work - scarred hand . " Good night and you have my gratitude . " The young fisherman took it slowly . " Good night to you , " he replied simply , and then suddenly in an undertone , " They're feared and they hate what ...
Pagina 118
... stretched itself across the blackness , torn and straggled by the wind . The sea stretched in silent silver , and the vast piles of rambling clouds seemed everlasting . Everywhere she could smell and see the damp , oozing and rich ...
... stretched itself across the blackness , torn and straggled by the wind . The sea stretched in silent silver , and the vast piles of rambling clouds seemed everlasting . Everywhere she could smell and see the damp , oozing and rich ...
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