It was an evening early in May. The sun was low, and the street was mottled with the shadows of its paving-stones-smooth enough, but far from evenly set. The sky was clear, except for a few clouds in the west, hardly visible in the dazzle of the huge light, which lay among them like a liquid that had broken its vessel, and was pouring over the fragments. The street was almost empty, and the air was chill. The spring was busy, and the summer was at hand; but the wind was blowing from the north.
- Paperback | 152 pages
- 215.9 x 279.4 x 8.89mm | 462.66g
- 09 Jun 2015
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- Illustrations, black and white