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Cargando... Max (1910)por Katherine Cecil Thurston
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Inscríbete en LibraryThing para averiguar si este libro te gustará. Actualmente no hay Conversaciones sobre este libro. This did not turn out as I expected it to at all. I thought I was getting your standard romance of girl masquerading as boy but it took quite a few turns along that path. It did get bogged down in the middle chapters for a while but I ended up enjoying that part more than I expected. There were more philosophical musings on love an identity than I would have expected for an early 20th century novel and I thought Thurston did an interesting job with the boy/woman points of view. I will have to look for a few more of her works, though there appear to be tragically few as she died at quite a young age, sin reseñas | añadir una reseña
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Such a vessel of inspiration was the powerful north express as it thundered over the sleeping plains of Germany and France on its night journey from Cologne to Paris. A thing of possibilities indeed, with its varying human freight--stolid Teutons, hard-headed Scandinavians, Slavs whom expediency or caprice had forced to descend upon Paris across the sea of ice. It was the month of January, and an unlikely and unlovely night for long and arduous travel. There were few pleasure-passengers on the express, and if one could have looked through the carriage windows, blurred with damp mist, one would have seen upon almost every face the look--resigned or resolute--of those who fare forth by necessity rather than by choice. In the sleeping-cars all the berths were occupied, but here and them throughout the length of the train an occasional traveller slept on the seat of his carriage, wrapped in coats and rugs, while in the dining-saloon a couple of sleepy waiters lurched to and fro in attendance upon a party of three men whose energy precluded the thought of wasting even the night hours and who were playing cards at one of the small tables. Up and down the whole overheated, swaying train there was the suggestion of mystery, of contrast and effect, and the twinkling eyes of the electric lamps seemed to wink from behind their drawn hoods as though they, worldly wise and watchful, saw the individuality--the inevitable story--behind the drowsy units who sat or lay or lounged unguarded beneath them. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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