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Panting , otherwise silently , they hurried past the old corrugated iron building that had once been a roller - skating rink and was now empty and abandoned . After the last lamp the night became impenetrable , then her house rose ...
Panting , otherwise silently , they hurried past the old corrugated iron building that had once been a roller - skating rink and was now empty and abandoned . After the last lamp the night became impenetrable , then her house rose ...
Pagina 114
... or edging out past the lighthouse , and I watch it until it rounds Rock Point past the chemical factory , out to sea . And what do I think of ? Nothing ! Unless it is about somebody like you whom I know and like .
... or edging out past the lighthouse , and I watch it until it rounds Rock Point past the chemical factory , out to sea . And what do I think of ? Nothing ! Unless it is about somebody like you whom I know and like .
Pagina 217
As he walks through the side avenues between the sea and the Main Street , past rows of squat bungalows , every garden drooping , past grenadiers of red brick , lace curtained , past ancient cement - faced cottages with sagging roofs ...
As he walks through the side avenues between the sea and the Main Street , past rows of squat bungalows , every garden drooping , past grenadiers of red brick , lace curtained , past ancient cement - faced cottages with sagging roofs ...
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