While my eyes had been clouded, and all those hand were about me, I had fancied I know not what, some happiness, drawn by my victory as a moth flies to the torch. But the faces were all the same.
Sayfa 83 - Vintage Books – September, 1975Kitabı yarım bıraktı
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