Graffeo Zipkin
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2010年 4月 8日 (木) 07:28:04 JST
E was plainly confident that the balcony would make a pleasant impression upon her. He opened yet another door, and they stepped out under the night sky. The thing had been planned with certain poetic or romantic values in mind. Standing on the balcony you were looking toward the Rio Grande--and Mexico. And you seemed pretty high. There was the dull silver of the river, and the line of lights along the bridge, and beyond the huddled, dark structures of Piedras Negras. You might have imagined yourself on the deck of a Mediterranean steamer, looking at a town in Algeria or Tunis. And beyond, under the low-hanging stars, was the Mexican desert--a blank page, with only here and there the obscurity of a garden, or a _hacienda_, or a mere speck which would be a lonely casa built of earth. "Do you like it?" he asked. He had seated himself with a sigh of contentment. His outstretched arms lay along the back of the settee, and he was looking at her eagerly. Yes, she said, it was nice.... "It is strange that he should be thinking of the view just now," she was saying to herself. A painful turmoil raged within her; but outwardly she was so calm that Harboro was puzzled. To him, too, that view became a negative thing for the m -------------- next part -------------- $B%F%-%9%H7A<00J30$NE:IU%U%!%$%k$rJ]4I$7$^$7$?(B... $B%U%!%$%kL>(B: dismissers.zip $B7?(B: application/octet-stream $B%5%$%:(B: 12233 $B%P%$%H(B $B @ bL@(B: $BL5$7(B다운로드