He walked to the centre of the open space and listened. It was the call, the many-noted call, sounding more luringly and compellingly than ever before. And as never before, he was ready to obey. John Thornton was dead. The last tie was broken. Man and the claims of man no longer bound him.
Zaur Pwhas quoted2 years ago
wide-spreading lawns
readwith.sammyhas quoted5 months ago
walked to the centre of the open space and listened. It was the call, the many-noted call, sounding more luringly and compellingly than ever before. And as never before, he was ready to obey. John Thornton was dead. The last tie was broken. Man and the claims of man no longer bound him.
readwith.sammyhas quoted5 months ago
He walked to the centre of the open space and listened. It was the call, the many-noted call, sounding more luringly and compellingly than ever before. And as never before, he was ready to obey. John Thornton was dead.
readwith.sammyhas quoted5 months ago
Death, as a cessation of movement, as a passing out and away from the lives of the living, he knew, and he knew John Thornton was dead.
npnt2103has quoted9 months ago
undesirable acquaintance
Người quen có thể gây rắc rối, mang tính gây hại, k tốt đẹp gì
npnt2103has quoted9 months ago
life of a sated aristocrat
Cuộc sống của một quý tộc thoả mãn
npnt2103has quoted9 months ago
boughs of tall poplars
ahsanopp727has quoted9 months ago
Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley.
Anne Dessauvagiehas quotedlast year
In the ’tween-decks of the Narwhal, Buck and Curly joined two other dogs