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 63
... passing truck , her voice carrying faint and melodious across the brown water , becoming fainter and fainter as the truck passed and went on , ceasing at last , whether because of distance or because she had stopped screaming those in ...
... passing truck , her voice carrying faint and melodious across the brown water , becoming fainter and fainter as the truck passed and went on , ceasing at last , whether because of distance or because she had stopped screaming those in ...
Pàgina 72
... passed another huddle of mules , the eye- balls rolling too , the long morose faces turning into and out of the firelight ; they passed them and reached a section of empty tents , the light pup tents of a military campaign , made to ...
... passed another huddle of mules , the eye- balls rolling too , the long morose faces turning into and out of the firelight ; they passed them and reached a section of empty tents , the light pup tents of a military campaign , made to ...
Pàgina 304
... passing him without a glance and he was sitting down again because the officer at his elbow said , " That's right ... passed too , in a face - pad also , not look- ing at him either , her starched skirts rustling on , he ( Wilbourne ) ...
... passing him without a glance and he was sitting down again because the officer at his elbow said , " That's right ... passed too , in a face - pad also , not look- ing at him either , her starched skirts rustling on , he ( Wilbourne ) ...
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