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Pagina 107
Tom ! You should never have been a priest . The first day I met you I knew it . ' ' Why didn't you say so then ? ' ' Would it have made any difference ? He jumped up , walked away from her , whirled and cried , ' I don't know !
Tom ! You should never have been a priest . The first day I met you I knew it . ' ' Why didn't you say so then ? ' ' Would it have made any difference ? He jumped up , walked away from her , whirled and cried , ' I don't know !
Pagina 257
I walked very slowly down to the edge of the beach . I tested the water with my hand . He was right . I looked around me . I might have been marooned on some Baltic reef hung between an infinity of clouds and a lustre of sea gleaming ...
I walked very slowly down to the edge of the beach . I tested the water with my hand . He was right . I looked around me . I might have been marooned on some Baltic reef hung between an infinity of clouds and a lustre of sea gleaming ...
Pagina 381
They had walked on in silence for a while . Then , tardily he said that he did not see how he particularly could help , or indeed why he should be put forward in her fight for life . They walked on again , Kate now kicking the leaves ...
They had walked on in silence for a while . Then , tardily he said that he did not see how he particularly could help , or indeed why he should be put forward in her fight for life . They walked on again , Kate now kicking the leaves ...
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