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- Author: David Graham Phillips
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 0548459207
- ISBN-13: 9780548459201
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 2.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Excerpt from Old Wives for New: A Novel
There was a path through the great hillside meadow. It began at the barnyard, where the thrashing machine was making the sweat pour from a score of workers, to trickle and glisten upon their sun-scorched faces and bared, hairy chests. It clove the sea of gold-tinted grass straight to an island where a clump of pear trees reveled in the western sun; thence it wound down the slope to emerge into the road along the creek bottom. On that midway island, in the shade of the pear trees, sprawled in graceful idleness a boy of seventeen, like a young corn and wine god. His eyes were full of dreams; upon his handsome features lay a faint smile of content that it was summer and the free open air, with youth rollicking through his veins, and all the world before him in the glory of its veil of illusion and hope. His carelessly roving glance spied and paused upon a pale blue sunbonnet far away, down toward the creek fence.
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- Author: David Graham Phillips
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 0548459207
- ISBN-13: 9780548459201
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 2.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Excerpt from Old Wives for New: A Novel
There was a path through the great hillside meadow. It began at the barnyard, where the thrashing machine was making the sweat pour from a score of workers, to trickle and glisten upon their sun-scorched faces and bared, hairy chests. It clove the sea of gold-tinted grass straight to an island where a clump of pear trees reveled in the western sun; thence it wound down the slope to emerge into the road along the creek bottom. On that midway island, in the shade of the pear trees, sprawled in graceful idleness a boy of seventeen, like a young corn and wine god. His eyes were full of dreams; upon his handsome features lay a faint smile of content that it was summer and the free open air, with youth rollicking through his veins, and all the world before him in the glory of its veil of illusion and hope. His carelessly roving glance spied and paused upon a pale blue sunbonnet far away, down toward the creek fence.
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