No interior do livro
Resultados 1-3 de 33
Página 48
I could not move , nor even shut my eyes as the sea surged up and the wave broke against the rock where we were standing . Even before it had reached us , Tom and Chris had jumped down waistdeep into the water and were stretching out ...
I could not move , nor even shut my eyes as the sea surged up and the wave broke against the rock where we were standing . Even before it had reached us , Tom and Chris had jumped down waistdeep into the water and were stretching out ...
Página 64
I looked up and saw a Carabiniere standing over me . So here he was , the Carabiniere I had feared to meet at first and then longed for when worse fears threatened me . He was standing over me and he meant my failure .
I looked up and saw a Carabiniere standing over me . So here he was , the Carabiniere I had feared to meet at first and then longed for when worse fears threatened me . He was standing over me and he meant my failure .
Página 97
She had told me that things long gone could come out and hold a man transfixed with knowledge he should never have , and that he might die there , standing on his own feet . But if he did not die he would come away quite mad , and could ...
She had told me that things long gone could come out and hold a man transfixed with knowledge he should never have , and that he might die there , standing on his own feet . But if he did not die he would come away quite mad , and could ...
Opinião das pessoas - Escrever uma crítica
Não foram encontradas quaisquer críticas nos locais habituais.
Índice
Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
Direitos de autor | |
6 outras secções não apresentadas
Outras edições - Ver tudo
Palavras e frases frequentes
appeared arms asked beautiful became began better blue called carried close coming course dance dark door English eyes face father feel feet felt followed French friends garden GEORGIA girl give half hand head heard hill Isak John knew later laughed leaves less LIBRARIES light Lionel listening lived Lolos London look mean mind Miss morning Mother mountains moved never night once passed past perhaps Persian Peter play remember returned rock round running seemed side sitting smile sometimes sound standing stood stopped stories suddenly talk tell things thought told took travelling trees turned UNIVERSITY village voice waiting walked wall wanted watched waves whole wind window woman young