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- Author: David Graham Phillips
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1511566620
- ISBN-13: 9781511566629
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.3 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Toward noon on a stifling July day, a woman, a young woman, left the main walk through the deserted college grounds at Battle Field, and entered the path that makes a faint tracing down the middle of Pine Point. That fingerlike peninsula juts far into Otter Lake; it is a thicket of white pines, primeval, odorous. Not a ripple was breaking the lake's broad, burnished reach. The snowy islets of summer cloud hung motionless, like frescoes in an azure ceiling. But among the pines it was cool, and even murmurously musical. In dress the young woman was as somber as the foliage above and around her. Her expression, also, was somber-with the soberness of the ascetic, or of the exceedingly shy, rather than of the sad. She seemed to diffuse a chill, like the feel of a precious stone-the absence of heat found both in those who have never been kindled by the fire of life and in those in whom that fire has burned itself out. There was not a trace of coquetry in her appearance, no attempt to display to advantage good points that ought to have been charms.
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- Author: David Graham Phillips
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1511566620
- ISBN-13: 9781511566629
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.3 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Toward noon on a stifling July day, a woman, a young woman, left the main walk through the deserted college grounds at Battle Field, and entered the path that makes a faint tracing down the middle of Pine Point. That fingerlike peninsula juts far into Otter Lake; it is a thicket of white pines, primeval, odorous. Not a ripple was breaking the lake's broad, burnished reach. The snowy islets of summer cloud hung motionless, like frescoes in an azure ceiling. But among the pines it was cool, and even murmurously musical. In dress the young woman was as somber as the foliage above and around her. Her expression, also, was somber-with the soberness of the ascetic, or of the exceedingly shy, rather than of the sad. She seemed to diffuse a chill, like the feel of a precious stone-the absence of heat found both in those who have never been kindled by the fire of life and in those in whom that fire has burned itself out. There was not a trace of coquetry in her appearance, no attempt to display to advantage good points that ought to have been charms.
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