‘My son, ‘ spoke a gentle voice from behind the low, moss-grown wall, ‘we must not mourn and weep for those taken from us, as if we had no hope.’
Face downwards upon the newly-made mound of earth lay a youth of some fifteen or sixteen summers. His slight frame was convulsed by the paroxysm of his grief; from time to time a strangled sob broke from his lips. The kindly-faced monk from the Priory hard by had been watching him for some time before he thus addressed him. Probably he now saw that the violence of the outburst was spent.
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Bahasa Inggeris ● Format EPUB ● ISBN 9786050308242 ● Saiz fail 0.8 MB ● Penerbit Evelyn Everett-green ● Diterbitkan 2014 ● Muat turun 24 bulan ● Mata wang EUR ● ID 5102818 ● Salin perlindungan Social DRM