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Page 19
The warm ryeladen breeze blew in my face . The silence of the fields , untouched
by a single sound apart from the distant hoot of the departing train , enveloped
me . I stood for a while under the old elms on the platform and sniffed the long ...
The warm ryeladen breeze blew in my face . The silence of the fields , untouched
by a single sound apart from the distant hoot of the departing train , enveloped
me . I stood for a while under the old elms on the platform and sniffed the long ...
Page 103
He was lying on his side on a sofa with his knees up , and his face was bathed in
tears . They had not yet had time to dry . His face expressed so much childish
grief that no one could look at that photograph . All turned away their heads , and
...
He was lying on his side on a sofa with his knees up , and his face was bathed in
tears . They had not yet had time to dry . His face expressed so much childish
grief that no one could look at that photograph . All turned away their heads , and
...
Page 199
I still remember his face . I had never before seen anything more sinister , and
probably never will . His flabby face appeared to me enormous . It was clean
shaven . The man was calmly and slowly moving his lips as if chewing . Our eyes
met ...
I still remember his face . I had never before seen anything more sinister , and
probably never will . His flabby face appeared to me enormous . It was clean
shaven . The man was calmly and slowly moving his lips as if chewing . Our eyes
met ...
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