John Claverhouse was a moon-faced man. You know the kind, cheek-bones wide apart, chin and forehead melting into the cheeks to complete the perfect round, and the nose, broad and pudgy, equidistant from the circumference, flattened against the very centre of the face like a dough-ball upon the ceiling. Perhaps that is why I hated him, for truly he had become an offense to my eyes, and I believed the earth to be cumbered with his presence.
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● ISBN 9788834137734 ● Mărime fișier 0.7 MB ● Editura JH ● Publicat 2019 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 7035318 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor fără