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- Author: Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 210
- ISBN-10: 1547276967
- ISBN-13: 9781547276967
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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But when you assume that my recovery has been a gradual process, you are wrong. You will think me more than ever deranged; but I assure you that it has been brought about, not by long strivings, but suddenly-without preparation of mine-and by the immediate hand of our dead brother. Yes; you shall have the whole tale. The first effect of the news of Harry's death in October last was simply to stun me. You may remember how once, years ago when we were children, we rode home together across the old Racecourse after a long day's skating, our skates swinging at our saddle-bows; how Harry challenged us to a gallop; and how, midway, the roan mare slipped down neck over crop on the frozen turf and hurled me clean against the face of a stone dyke.
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- Author: Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 210
- ISBN-10: 1547276967
- ISBN-13: 9781547276967
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
But when you assume that my recovery has been a gradual process, you are wrong. You will think me more than ever deranged; but I assure you that it has been brought about, not by long strivings, but suddenly-without preparation of mine-and by the immediate hand of our dead brother. Yes; you shall have the whole tale. The first effect of the news of Harry's death in October last was simply to stun me. You may remember how once, years ago when we were children, we rode home together across the old Racecourse after a long day's skating, our skates swinging at our saddle-bows; how Harry challenged us to a gallop; and how, midway, the roan mare slipped down neck over crop on the frozen turf and hurled me clean against the face of a stone dyke.
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