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Winter Dreams: Beyond World's Classics

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In April the winter ceased abruptly. The snow ran down into Black Bear Lake scarcely tarrying for the early golfers to brave the season with red and black balls. Without elation, without an interval of moist glory, the cold was gone.Dexter knew that there was something dismal about this Northern spring, just as he knew there was something gorgeous about the fall. Fall made him clinch his hands and tremble and repeat idiotic sentences to himself, and make brisk abrupt gestures of command to imaginary audiences and armies. October filled him with hope which November raised to a sort of ecstatic triumph, and in this mood the fleeting brilliant impressions of the summer at Sherry Island were ready grist to his mill. He became a golf champion and defeated Mr. T. A. Hedrick in a marvellous match played a hundred times over the fairways of his imagination, a match each detail of which he changed about untiringly-sometimes he won with almost laughable ease, sometimes he came up magnificently from behind. Again, stepping from a Pierce-Arrow automobile, like Mr. Mortimer Jones, he strolled frigidly into the lounge of the Sherry Island Golf Club-or perhaps, surrounded by an admiring crowd, he gave an exhibition of fancy diving from the spring-board of the club raft... . Among those who watched him in open-mouthed wonder was Mr. Mortimer Jones.And one day it came to pass that Mr. Jones-himself and not his ghost-came up to Dexter with tears in his eyes and said that Dexter was the -- best caddy in the club, and wouldn't he decide not to quit if Mr. Jones made it worth his while, because every other -- caddy in the club lost one ball a hole for him-regularly-"No, sir," said Dexter decisively, "I don't want to caddy any more." Then, after a pause: "I'm too old.""You're not more than fourteen. Why the devil did you decide just this morning that you wanted to quit? You promised that next week you'd go over to the State tournament with me.""I decided I was too old."Dexter handed in his "A Class" badge, collected what money was due him from the caddy master, and walked home to Black Bear Village."The best -- caddy I ever saw," shouted Mr. Mortimer Jones over a drink that afternoon. "Never lost a ball! Willing! Intelligent! Quiet! Honest! Grateful!"The little girl who had done this was eleven-beautifully ugly as little girls are apt to be who are destined after a few years to be inexpressibly lovely and bring no end of misery to a great number of men. The spark, however, was perceptible. There was a general ungodliness in the way her lips twisted down at the corners when she smiled, and in the-Heaven help us!-in the almost passionate quality of her eyes. Vitality is born early in such women. It was utterly in evidence now, shining through her thin frame in a sort of glow.

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F Scott Fitzgerald Kolektif 28 Şubat 2018 H. G. Wells 19,5 x 1 x 13,5 cm 1 Ocak 2018 1 x 13,5 x 19,5 cm 15,2 x 0,6 x 22,9 cm B M Bower 3 Ocak 2017 19,5 x 13,5 cm 5 Ocak 2017 G. A. Henty 27 Ağustos 2020 1 x 13,5 x 21 cm Jack London 15,2 x 0,7 x 22,9 cm 4 Ocak 2017

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