 There still resounded through the room the awful guttural groans. Beulah Sands smiled, the smile of an infant in the cradle. She took one beautiful hand from the paper and passed it over Bob's bronzed cheek, just as the infant touches its mother's face...  Friday, the Thirteenth: A Novel - Pagina 144de Thomas William Lawson - 1907 - 226 paginiVizualizare completă - Despre această carte
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...one whom he had murdered. . . . Beulah Sands was a dead woman; not dead in body, but in soul. . . . There still resounded through the room the awful guttural...touches its mother's face with its chubby fingers. (Friday 143-44). The lurid tableau, especially the creepy sentimental touch at the end, leaves Jim... | |
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