The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft
George Gissing(1857-1903)
Were it possible, I would never again hear the utterance of a human tongue, save from those who are dear to me.
Tonight the wind is loud, and rain dashes against my casement; tomorrow I shall awake to a sky of winter.
Deep and clear-marked shadows, such as one only sees on a few days of
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