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Pagina 194
While he was stuffing his shirt into his trousers and she , dressed fully except for her frock , was patting her penny - brown hair into place before his mirror he said to her , ' Furthermore I suppose you do realize that whether I like ...
While he was stuffing his shirt into his trousers and she , dressed fully except for her frock , was patting her penny - brown hair into place before his mirror he said to her , ' Furthermore I suppose you do realize that whether I like ...
Pagina 203
High boots to his knees , riding breeches , open - necked khaki shirt , peaked cap , sunglasses , grizzled hair . In his sixties ? I pulled up beside him , told him who and what I was and asked him where I could see the buried city of ...
High boots to his knees , riding breeches , open - necked khaki shirt , peaked cap , sunglasses , grizzled hair . In his sixties ? I pulled up beside him , told him who and what I was and asked him where I could see the buried city of ...
Pagina 375
Thy swan's neck and dark abundant hair . ' Tower of ivory . Or it used to be a tower of ivory , as smooth as her roll of black hair falling over her white shoulders . ' You who know everybody who are they ? ' Read Morton Densher the ...
Thy swan's neck and dark abundant hair . ' Tower of ivory . Or it used to be a tower of ivory , as smooth as her roll of black hair falling over her white shoulders . ' You who know everybody who are they ? ' Read Morton Densher the ...
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