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Page 19
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 - forgotten smell of tar coming from cart - wheels
...
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 - forgotten smell of tar coming from cart - wheels
...
Page 20
The ink in its little pot was covered with white mould . The main presence in the
house , and the fields around , was absolute silence . Occasionally it was broken
by the hum of a bumble - bee . It flew round the rooms as if it were the landlord .
The ink in its little pot was covered with white mould . The main presence in the
house , and the fields around , was absolute silence . Occasionally it was broken
by the hum of a bumble - bee . It flew round the rooms as if it were the landlord .
Page 53
Silence reigned supreme over the city . Even locomotives on distant railway lines
no longer hooted as was their wont . The country was advancing towards the
raised bier in which , among the flowers and crimson flags , the haggard face of a
...
Silence reigned supreme over the city . Even locomotives on distant railway lines
no longer hooted as was their wont . The country was advancing towards the
raised bier in which , among the flowers and crimson flags , the haggard face of a
...
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