Yellow, Blue, Brown, Red: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Short Stories |
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One passing through the street which it fronted could see the rows of wooden benches inside and the portions of the walls ... Tiny whirlpools of dust rose as they passed , settled back , clung to the clothes of those who had raised them ...
One passing through the street which it fronted could see the rows of wooden benches inside and the portions of the walls ... Tiny whirlpools of dust rose as they passed , settled back , clung to the clothes of those who had raised them ...
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The younger woman smiled and passed a hand over her mouth to hide it . “ I remember something , ” she said . SHE rose and crossed the room on tiptoe into the silid . There were home - made cigars in her hand when she came back .
The younger woman smiled and passed a hand over her mouth to hide it . “ I remember something , ” she said . SHE rose and crossed the room on tiptoe into the silid . There were home - made cigars in her hand when she came back .
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A tail , spare - bodied young man stared at them at the head of the stairs , as they passed . In the darkened library porch , some couples were talking in hushed voices . A suppressed giggle issued from the darkness .
A tail , spare - bodied young man stared at them at the head of the stairs , as they passed . In the darkened library porch , some couples were talking in hushed voices . A suppressed giggle issued from the darkness .
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