The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... felt that now , as the shadows merged with the warmth merging with the heavy fragrance merging with the colors of the tapestries and the lamp , merged with everything into a swirl of thick richness in her mind , filled up her thinness ...
... felt that now , as the shadows merged with the warmth merging with the heavy fragrance merging with the colors of the tapestries and the lamp , merged with everything into a swirl of thick richness in her mind , filled up her thinness ...
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... felt the same surprise he always felt when a woman turned out not to be Eugenia . He seemed always to carry that lovely face with him . No woman ever came even close to its delicacy . But the face turned to him was a nice enough one ...
... felt the same surprise he always felt when a woman turned out not to be Eugenia . He seemed always to carry that lovely face with him . No woman ever came even close to its delicacy . But the face turned to him was a nice enough one ...
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... felt wooden and a fool with a wide crack in his face . He searched for something to say . " It's ... " He got no further . He felt something stir in his chest . He felt it prick up its ears and lift a sharp , cold nose . Georgette ...
... felt wooden and a fool with a wide crack in his face . He searched for something to say . " It's ... " He got no further . He felt something stir in his chest . He felt it prick up its ears and lift a sharp , cold nose . Georgette ...
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