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A small , square hotel , built of grey stone blocks mapped with yellowish lichen , stood where the point became mainland . A path almost as risky as the others went down from the hotel towards the water . It crossed ledge of white rock ...
A small , square hotel , built of grey stone blocks mapped with yellowish lichen , stood where the point became mainland . A path almost as risky as the others went down from the hotel towards the water . It crossed ledge of white rock ...
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and the spray that sometimes flew over the top of the stone wall enclosing it . Now she said with a bright childlike smile of encouragement to Jane , who was lying at her feet , " Maybe Anne's fooling you . Maybe underneath she's just ...
and the spray that sometimes flew over the top of the stone wall enclosing it . Now she said with a bright childlike smile of encouragement to Jane , who was lying at her feet , " Maybe Anne's fooling you . Maybe underneath she's just ...
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Limbs of their grace were lithe against fluted stone , They walked beside this motionless grace of stone Down long colonnades , through patternings of the moon . ( Ah , but the stone is split , its still grace is ended . ) ...
Limbs of their grace were lithe against fluted stone , They walked beside this motionless grace of stone Down long colonnades , through patternings of the moon . ( Ah , but the stone is split , its still grace is ended . ) ...
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