Читать книгу Jim the Conqueror - Peter B. Kyne - Страница 5
In the gloaming, oh, my darling, Think not bitterly of me, Though I passed away in silence, Left you lonely, set you free.
Оглавление“He’s a bit of a dog,” thought Roberta tranquilly. Then she remembered the city of his birth, which he had long since left, so she banged out furiously: “Back, Back, Back to Baltimore!” Whereupon Mr. Hackett went back, but not to Baltimore. He went back to the days of sickly sentimental ballads, and Roberta heard him sing—or rather chant, for the man was tone-deaf—
