The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... remember . He closed his eyes . The whiteness . The wide sea . The boat touched , and Harland pushed his way off . He ran all the way to the meadow . Eugenia looked up , surprised . " You're all in a wax , " she said . “ You look ...
... remember . He closed his eyes . The whiteness . The wide sea . The boat touched , and Harland pushed his way off . He ran all the way to the meadow . Eugenia looked up , surprised . " You're all in a wax , " she said . “ You look ...
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... remember that I smiled to myself for the gladness of being in a familiar , well - loved place and of having letters to read . So I read my letters , saving hers for last . And when I read her letter the first time , I did not understand ...
... remember that I smiled to myself for the gladness of being in a familiar , well - loved place and of having letters to read . So I read my letters , saving hers for last . And when I read her letter the first time , I did not understand ...
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... remember . " Claire Labonte ? " Looking at me over his coffee cup , he repeated the name as though he had never heard it before . " Yes , " I said . " You remember . The suicide at the college last spring . Mother said that you - " " Ah ...
... remember . " Claire Labonte ? " Looking at me over his coffee cup , he repeated the name as though he had never heard it before . " Yes , " I said . " You remember . The suicide at the college last spring . Mother said that you - " " Ah ...
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