No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 63
... turned away , leaving them standing motionless like a carved fresco . And then one of them stepped forward slowly and quietly . " My boat is lying below the Minnoch Creek , " he said gently . " I will come with you for your gear ...
... turned away , leaving them standing motionless like a carved fresco . And then one of them stepped forward slowly and quietly . " My boat is lying below the Minnoch Creek , " he said gently . " I will come with you for your gear ...
Pagina 66
... turned the pages idly . " What shall I read , Allison ? " he said again absently . " Will you read " The Poplar Field ' ? " she asked softly , turning over the pages to find the place . He took the book from her absently and began to ...
... turned the pages idly . " What shall I read , Allison ? " he said again absently . " Will you read " The Poplar Field ' ? " she asked softly , turning over the pages to find the place . He took the book from her absently and began to ...
Pagina 87
... turned and faced them . It gave him control to feel Allison's trembling arm through his . His voice rang out in its full richness . " You can go now , " he said almost wearily . " You can go out into the rain and the wind . I have ...
... turned and faced them . It gave him control to feel Allison's trembling arm through his . His voice rang out in its full richness . " You can go now , " he said almost wearily . " You can go out into the rain and the wind . I have ...
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