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الأدب الكلاسيكي
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.
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تاريخ الإصدار
كتاب : ١٥ ذو الحجة ١٤٣٧ هـ
الوسوم
1 of 1168
الأدب الكلاسيكي
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 (كتاب ): 9781911535140
تاريخ الإصدار
كتاب : ١٥ ذو الحجة ١٤٣٧ هـ
الوسوم
خطوة إلى عالم لا حدود له من القصص
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عربي
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