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An old man sat hunched and shivering against the wall , his eyes covered by a corner of his cloak . He jerked his head backwards and stared at me disapprovingly . “ Jomeh , " he said . Friday ! The Persian Sunday .
An old man sat hunched and shivering against the wall , his eyes covered by a corner of his cloak . He jerked his head backwards and stared at me disapprovingly . “ Jomeh , " he said . Friday ! The Persian Sunday .
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Sometimes we passed through the remains of villages , derelict shells of houses with crumbling walls and gaping doors , with often a little crenellated mud fort , its towers and arches collapsed in ruin , overlooking the plain .
Sometimes we passed through the remains of villages , derelict shells of houses with crumbling walls and gaping doors , with often a little crenellated mud fort , its towers and arches collapsed in ruin , overlooking the plain .
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Behind the wall the unknown room — the walls melted , there hung a skeleton , his own . There he was , forever immured . In a dream shout he cried " I'm here ! It's me , in the hidden attic ! ” But the searchers “ passed by , walking ...
Behind the wall the unknown room — the walls melted , there hung a skeleton , his own . There he was , forever immured . In a dream shout he cried " I'm here ! It's me , in the hidden attic ! ” But the searchers “ passed by , walking ...
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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