The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... Harland again walked slowly . He did not like to admit it but he was , after all , at loose ends . Throughout the entire vacation he had felt decidely odd . Something stirred within him , made him restless , took him off on any whim ...
... Harland again walked slowly . He did not like to admit it but he was , after all , at loose ends . Throughout the entire vacation he had felt decidely odd . Something stirred within him , made him restless , took him off on any whim ...
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... Harland felt lightheaded . Cranberry . Lord in heaven , what was it ? He pushed his way through the crowd to the bow ... Harland laughed . " What's the story ? Ships crashed ? " Again the woman looked vague . " I don't really know . It's ...
... Harland felt lightheaded . Cranberry . Lord in heaven , what was it ? He pushed his way through the crowd to the bow ... Harland laughed . " What's the story ? Ships crashed ? " Again the woman looked vague . " I don't really know . It's ...
Side 22
... Harland looked at the painting . On over a third of the canvas the grass stood in hard spears of green . There was an old stone wall . One , no , two clouds in the sky . Far on the horizon Harland found himself , a little splash of ...
... Harland looked at the painting . On over a third of the canvas the grass stood in hard spears of green . There was an old stone wall . One , no , two clouds in the sky . Far on the horizon Harland found himself , a little splash of ...
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