Читать книгу The Complete Works of Algernon Blackwood. Novels, Short Stories, Horror Classics, Occult & Supernatural Tales, Plays онлайн

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'Of course not,' he replied, leaving out her name after a second's hesitation, 'but my voice, I guess "

'Not a bit either,' she repeated, surveying him very critically. 'You look like a sailor home from the sea more than anything else.' She wore a wide garden hat of Panama straw, charmingly trimmed with flowers. Her face beneath it, Paul thought, was the most refined and exquisitely delicate he had ever seen. It was like chiselled porcelain. He thought of Hank Davis's woman at Deep Bay Camp—whose face he used to think wonderful rather—and it suddenly seemed by comparison to have been chopped with a blunt axe out of wood.

They moved to the long chairs upon the lawn, and her brother realised for the first time that his boots were enormous, and that his Minneapolis clothes did not sit upon him quite as they might have done He trod on a corner of a geranium bed as they went crushing an entire plant with one foot. But his sister appeared not to notice it.

'It's an awful long time, M—Margaret,' he stammered as they went.