The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... waited for her , longed for her , he knew to turn those wide eyes upon him . " Why , it's cold . " Betrayed ! Betrayed ! her dark eyes said . Oh , she wrung him . It was at such moments . . . He always got her a fresh cup . " When do we ...
... waited for her , longed for her , he knew to turn those wide eyes upon him . " Why , it's cold . " Betrayed ! Betrayed ! her dark eyes said . Oh , she wrung him . It was at such moments . . . He always got her a fresh cup . " When do we ...
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... waited until the rain actually began to fall before closing my balcony doors , for the wind was cool against my face . The activity that preceded the storm's coming , of people and trees and papers in the street — it all excited me . It ...
... waited until the rain actually began to fall before closing my balcony doors , for the wind was cool against my face . The activity that preceded the storm's coming , of people and trees and papers in the street — it all excited me . It ...
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... waited , afraid in the darkness that was taking me home . " She phoned one day for your address . Sometime this spring , I think . Yes , it must have been then because your father and I had just come back from Florida . Did she ever ...
... waited , afraid in the darkness that was taking me home . " She phoned one day for your address . Sometime this spring , I think . Yes , it must have been then because your father and I had just come back from Florida . Did she ever ...
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