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Everything about that simple girl , her rough hands , her quick smile , the way she inclined her face , submissive and tender , contained so much promise – vague as yet – of love for someone still unknown , but certainly not for the man ...
Everything about that simple girl , her rough hands , her quick smile , the way she inclined her face , submissive and tender , contained so much promise – vague as yet – of love for someone still unknown , but certainly not for the man ...
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There is a legend that some people can take a tightly curled bud in their hands , and the warmth of their hands will make it unfold and ... overblown flowers , screwing his eyes up against the sun , sowing riches with a generous hand .
There is a legend that some people can take a tightly curled bud in their hands , and the warmth of their hands will make it unfold and ... overblown flowers , screwing his eyes up against the sun , sowing riches with a generous hand .
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And yet he read out to me a venomous epigram he had just composed , directed against a critic , and when we were saying goodbye , he gripped my suntanned hand in his own , which was yellow and weak ( with thin bones showing through the ...
And yet he read out to me a venomous epigram he had just composed , directed against a critic , and when we were saying goodbye , he gripped my suntanned hand in his own , which was yellow and weak ( with thin bones showing through the ...
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Contents
Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
Copyright | |
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