The Wild PalmsRandom House, 1939 - 337 pàgines In the rural wasteland of the South two inmates escape from a penitentiary, and two lovers, Harry Wilbourne and Charlotte Rittenmeyer, run away together. These two stories, played against each other, portray four desperate people trying to flee from poverty, decadence, and the violence of a world from which there is no escape. |
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Pàgina 62
... beneath which came a deep faint subaquean rumble which ( though none in the truck could have made the comparison ) sounded like a subway train passing far beneath the street and which inferred a terrific and secret speed . It was as if ...
... beneath which came a deep faint subaquean rumble which ( though none in the truck could have made the comparison ) sounded like a subway train passing far beneath the street and which inferred a terrific and secret speed . It was as if ...
Pàgina 177
... beneath him and with the indubitable last of his strength he half pushed and half flung the woman up the bank as he shot feet first and face down back into that medium upon which he had lived for more days and nights than he could ...
... beneath him and with the indubitable last of his strength he half pushed and half flung the woman up the bank as he shot feet first and face down back into that medium upon which he had lived for more days and nights than he could ...
Pàgina 203
... beneath the blankets Charlotte would , after an amount of savage heaving and twisting ( this too ritualistic ) emerge from the woollen undergarment to sleep in the old fashion . She would not fling it out from beneath the blankets but ...
... beneath the blankets Charlotte would , after an amount of savage heaving and twisting ( this too ritualistic ) emerge from the woollen undergarment to sleep in the old fashion . She would not fling it out from beneath the blankets but ...
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