The Eyes of the World by Harold Bell Wright
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F. Graham Cootes Sibyl A curious expression of baffling, quizzing, half pathetic, and wholly cynical, interrogation "Well, what do you want? What are you doing here?" Still she did not speak The Eyes of the World Chapter I His Inheritance It was winter--cold and snow and ice and naked trees and leaden clouds and stinging wind. |
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