 But what had made her bring them after that horrified " God ! " when he spoke of using them? Was it her way of saying: " Forgive me for being rude " ? Really she was pathetic, that poor devotee ! The spindleberries glowed in their silver-lustre jug, sprayed...  Scribner's Magazine ... - Página 4401918Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
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...she must have looked, setting them there, her transparent hands hovering, her eyes shining, that grey hair of hers all fine and loose. The vision vanished!...of the wind, and all the shifting play of light and colour which made a man despair when he wanted to use them; she had taken them, hugged them to her... | |
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...triumphant — as well they might, who stood for that which had ruined — or was it saved ? — a lite ! Alicia ! , She had made a pretty mess of it, and yet...of the wind, and all the shifting play of light and colour which made a man despair when he wanted to use them ; she had taken them, hugged them to her... | |
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...she must have looked, setting them there, her transparent hands hovering, her eyes shining, that grey hair of hers all fine and loose. The vision vanished...of the wind, and all the shifting play of light and colour which made a man despair when he wanted to use them; she had taken them, hugged them to her... | |
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...she must have looked, setting them there, her transparent hands hovering, her eyes shining, that grey hair of hers all fine and loose. The vision vanished...of the wind, and all the shifting play of light and colour which made a man despair when he wanted to use them; she had taken them, hugged them to her... | |
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...she must have looked, setting them there, her transparent hands hovering, her eyes shining, that grey hair of hers all fine and loose. The vision vanished...of the wind, and all the shifting play of light and colour which made a man despair when he wanted to use them; she had taken them, hugged them to her... | |
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