Читать книгу The Seventh Noon - Frederick Orin Bartlett - Страница 2
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Оглавление"Spring," she answered. "Just spring" … Frontispiece
As he studied her it seemed certain that she was by no means enjoying herself in her present company
Facing her he faced the pendulum which ticked out to him the cost of each new picture he had of her
He lowered the rails, and Miss Arsdale led the way
"The kid," he announced laconically. "What yuh think of him?"
