The Creative Reader: An Anthology of Fiction, Drama, Poetry |
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Strana 139
Only now it had become indispensable to him to have her face pressed close to him ; he could never let her go again . He could never let her head go away from the close clutch of his arm . He wanted to remain like that for ever ...
Only now it had become indispensable to him to have her face pressed close to him ; he could never let her go again . He could never let her head go away from the close clutch of his arm . He wanted to remain like that for ever ...
Strana 551
When I close my eyes I sleep sound as a drunk marine . BILLY . Aye , after I roll in my hammock , it's one , two , three , and I'm deep dowrı under . JENKINS . Well it's down under for me right now . Let's lay below . KINCAID .
When I close my eyes I sleep sound as a drunk marine . BILLY . Aye , after I roll in my hammock , it's one , two , three , and I'm deep dowrı under . JENKINS . Well it's down under for me right now . Let's lay below . KINCAID .
Strana 559
Well hold her close as you can , and let the next watch reef sail if they like . STOLL . Aye aye , sir . ( Enter RATCLIFFE . ) WYATT . Morning , Johnny ! You're on time ! They RATCLIFFE . What's the course ? WYATT . Steady south .
Well hold her close as you can , and let the next watch reef sail if they like . STOLL . Aye aye , sir . ( Enter RATCLIFFE . ) WYATT . Morning , Johnny ! You're on time ! They RATCLIFFE . What's the course ? WYATT . Steady south .
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