Story of a Life: In that dawnHarvill P., 1967 |
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Page 18
... arms round me , pressed her head into my shoulder , and for a long time stood silent , holding back her tears . She ... arm , tears dripping from under her 18 In that Dawn.
... arms round me , pressed her head into my shoulder , and for a long time stood silent , holding back her tears . She ... arm , tears dripping from under her 18 In that Dawn.
Page 84
... arm , pulled me inside and the door slammed . I was in total darkness . My arms were firmly gripped by several people . ' What's the matter ? ' I asked coolly . The very words sounded idiotic , even to me . Nothing was the matter - only ...
... arm , pulled me inside and the door slammed . I was in total darkness . My arms were firmly gripped by several people . ' What's the matter ? ' I asked coolly . The very words sounded idiotic , even to me . Nothing was the matter - only ...
Page 114
... arm , clearly afraid that I would vanish down the nearest alley - way . At the recruiting office , we had to stand in a queue . House superintendents , fat ledgers under their arms , were fussing 114 In that Dawn.
... arm , clearly afraid that I would vanish down the nearest alley - way . At the recruiting office , we had to stand in a queue . House superintendents , fat ledgers under their arms , were fussing 114 In that Dawn.
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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