“The words went on sounding between them as though a torch of warning flew from hand to hand through a black landscape.” (p. 120)
Edith Wharton. Ethan Frome. New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1911.
“The words went on sounding between them as though a torch of warning flew from hand to hand through a black landscape.” (p. 120)
Edith Wharton. Ethan Frome. New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1911.