The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... door behind her . The wind disappeared , and the cold , too . Inside all was different . The air was very much like something from another time , like a garden in summer , when flower perfumes all come together and make a sweet ...
... door behind her . The wind disappeared , and the cold , too . Inside all was different . The air was very much like something from another time , like a garden in summer , when flower perfumes all come together and make a sweet ...
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... doors . There is a house , as beaten and weathered as the others , though with a purple tint in the grain of the salted wood , faintly yellow hanging shutters , and a red door . Before the house is a lone street lamp , lit and lighting ...
... doors . There is a house , as beaten and weathered as the others , though with a purple tint in the grain of the salted wood , faintly yellow hanging shutters , and a red door . Before the house is a lone street lamp , lit and lighting ...
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... doors that opened out onto a small balcony . Sometimes , when I was going to an early mass or had an eight o'clock ... door and call " Made- moiselle ! " Though I always knew it was she , I would turn from the sun then and look at her ...
... doors that opened out onto a small balcony . Sometimes , when I was going to an early mass or had an eight o'clock ... door and call " Made- moiselle ! " Though I always knew it was she , I would turn from the sun then and look at her ...
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