The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... feel he was entering her own secret feminine world , marvelous with the odor of rose or violet , the feel of silk and fur , and all the whispering , promising sounds of her clothes . But it had begun to wear . It was all so elusive . He ...
... feel he was entering her own secret feminine world , marvelous with the odor of rose or violet , the feel of silk and fur , and all the whispering , promising sounds of her clothes . But it had begun to wear . It was all so elusive . He ...
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... feel like talking about it , so I said simply that I was sorry our trip south had come to an end so quickly . Then we remembered things together the loveliness of clouds over the plains between Paris and Chartres , of sunsets along the ...
... feel like talking about it , so I said simply that I was sorry our trip south had come to an end so quickly . Then we remembered things together the loveliness of clouds over the plains between Paris and Chartres , of sunsets along the ...
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... feel she had pleased me . We were all much gayer then , and when Tony joined us for coffee he saw no trace of the sadness I had brought into Andrée's room . Then we all went to a small place called La Guitare , on rue de Hautefeuille ...
... feel she had pleased me . We were all much gayer then , and when Tony joined us for coffee he saw no trace of the sadness I had brought into Andrée's room . Then we all went to a small place called La Guitare , on rue de Hautefeuille ...
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