The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... eyes . " And what is that ? " she cried , the disappointment bursting now in heated tears that shamed her cheeks . How ugly she was . Her hair was all frizzled , and her best black pumps were ruined , ruined . And inside . She cried ...
... eyes . " And what is that ? " she cried , the disappointment bursting now in heated tears that shamed her cheeks . How ugly she was . Her hair was all frizzled , and her best black pumps were ruined , ruined . And inside . She cried ...
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... eyes upon him . " Why , it's cold . " Betrayed ! Betrayed ! her dark eyes said . Oh , she wrung him . It was at such moments . . . He always got her a fresh cup . " When do we get there ? " he asked . " We just touched . " " I never ...
... eyes upon him . " Why , it's cold . " Betrayed ! Betrayed ! her dark eyes said . Oh , she wrung him . It was at such moments . . . He always got her a fresh cup . " When do we get there ? " he asked . " We just touched . " " I never ...
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... eye And little bending hands . - Ivan spits from the bone of a sheep He is stoically sucking ; at night He gutters ... eyes forced at fate , But Hannes is awakened and slowly , with accelerating spirit , Speaks : simply of sickness and ...
... eye And little bending hands . - Ivan spits from the bone of a sheep He is stoically sucking ; at night He gutters ... eyes forced at fate , But Hannes is awakened and slowly , with accelerating spirit , Speaks : simply of sickness and ...
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