 Here there was nothing, not even a straggling briar, and even the grass was so often disturbed that it had not time to grow. For these were the graves, not of the poor, but of the very poor, of those hapless mortals who die in the misery of destitution,...  By Celia's arbour, by W. Besant and J. Rice - Страница 78написао/ла sir Walter Besant - 1878Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
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...had known in their youth, a sister weeping over a brother's grave, a mother over her son — always some one to connect the world of the dead with the...among the graves. Here there was nothing, not even a struggling brier, and even the grass was so often disturbed that it had not time to grow. For these... | |
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