1 of 1168
Klassikere
It was high hot noon on the Casket Ridge. Its very scant shade was restricted to a few dwarf Scotch firs, and was so perpendicularly cast that Leonidas Boone, seeking shelter from the heat, was obliged to draw himself up under one of them, as if it were an umbrella. Occasionally, with a boy's perversity, he permitted one bared foot to protrude beyond the sharply marked shadow until the burning sun forced him to draw it in again with a thrill of satisfaction.
© 2016 Interactive Media (E-bok): 9781911535140
Utgivelsesdato
E-bok: 16. september 2016
Tagger
1 of 1168
Klassikere
It was high hot noon on the Casket Ridge. Its very scant shade was restricted to a few dwarf Scotch firs, and was so perpendicularly cast that Leonidas Boone, seeking shelter from the heat, was obliged to draw himself up under one of them, as if it were an umbrella. Occasionally, with a boy's perversity, he permitted one bared foot to protrude beyond the sharply marked shadow until the burning sun forced him to draw it in again with a thrill of satisfaction.
© 2016 Interactive Media (E-bok): 9781911535140
Utgivelsesdato
E-bok: 16. september 2016
Tagger
Kos deg med ubegrenset tilgang til mer enn 600 000 titler.
Det er ingen anmeldelser ennå
Last ned appen for å skrive anmeldelser av bøker.
Norsk
Norge