The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... Perhaps he did not have an age . His eyes were the thing . Tucked deep under a high forehead , they radiated strength and calm . They never stopped looking towards her , upon her . Julia's hair was stringy in her hands . She knew it ...
... Perhaps he did not have an age . His eyes were the thing . Tucked deep under a high forehead , they radiated strength and calm . They never stopped looking towards her , upon her . Julia's hair was stringy in her hands . She knew it ...
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... Perhaps it was best , all things considered , for her to do the pulling up . How many times he had been pulled up at shop windows . Trinkets , frocks , perfumes , pretty shoes , he knew mile on mile of them . At first he had liked ...
... Perhaps it was best , all things considered , for her to do the pulling up . How many times he had been pulled up at shop windows . Trinkets , frocks , perfumes , pretty shoes , he knew mile on mile of them . At first he had liked ...
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... perhaps to my delight I order things in accordance with my passions . What a sad thing for a painter who loves blondes but denies himself the pleasure of putting them in his picture because they don't go well with the basket of fruit ...
... perhaps to my delight I order things in accordance with my passions . What a sad thing for a painter who loves blondes but denies himself the pleasure of putting them in his picture because they don't go well with the basket of fruit ...
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