It was high hot noon on the Casket Ridge. Its very scant shade was restricted to a few dwarf Scotch firs, and was so perpendicularly cast that Leonidas Boone, seeking shelter from the heat, was obliged to draw himself up under one of them, as if it were an umbrella. Occasionally, with a boy’s perversity, he permitted one bared foot to protrude beyond the sharply marked shadow until the burning sun forced him to draw it in again with a thrill of satisfaction.
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● Pagini 162 ● ISBN 9781911535140 ● Mărime fișier 1.4 MB ● Editura Sovereign ● Oraș Montefranco ● Țară IT ● Publicat 2016 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 4978640 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor fără