The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... never knew how to find out . I had met him the summer before on the Cape and didn't know how to find anyone else who knew him . So I never knew . " Claire's face was hidden now in her arms so that I couldn't see it . After a while she ...
... never knew how to find out . I had met him the summer before on the Cape and didn't know how to find anyone else who knew him . So I never knew . " Claire's face was hidden now in her arms so that I couldn't see it . After a while she ...
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... never returned . My mother never said anything more to me about Claire's death and I didn't ask . Mark , though , who was my father's junior partner and who Mother said had been called in on the case , spoke to me about it . I asked him ...
... never returned . My mother never said anything more to me about Claire's death and I didn't ask . Mark , though , who was my father's junior partner and who Mother said had been called in on the case , spoke to me about it . I asked him ...
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... never knows precisely where it will lead . I think it is peculiar to our time that one can talk less and less on a national or regional basis . The world is constantly shrinking ; every crisis is one way or other an international crisis ...
... never knows precisely where it will lead . I think it is peculiar to our time that one can talk less and less on a national or regional basis . The world is constantly shrinking ; every crisis is one way or other an international crisis ...
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