Carta PAYBACK di Mondadori
Su Mondadori Store, con la tua carta PAYBACK ti premi ad ogni acquisto.
It had been a magnificent afternoon, so wonderful that Leslie hated to break The spell. Reluctantly she unrolled herself from The Indian blanket, from which she emerged like a butterfly from a cocoon, draped it over her arm, picked up she had not once opened, and turned for a last, lingering look at The ocean. A lavender haze lay lightly along The horizon. Nearer inshore The blue of sea and sky was intense. A line of breakers raced shoreward, Their white manes streaming back in The wind. Best of all, Leslie loved The flawless green of Their curve at The instant before They crashed on The beach. "Oh, but The ocean's wonderful in October!" she murmured aloud. "I never had any idea how wonderful. I never saw it in this month before. Come, Rags!" A black-and-white English sheep-dog, his name corresponding closely to his appearance, came racing up The beach at her call. "Did you find it hard to tear yourself away from The hermit-crabs, Ragsie?" she laughed. "You must have gobbled down more than a hundred. It's high time you left off!" She started to race along The deserted beach, The dog leaping ahead of her and yapping ecstatically. Twice she stopped to pick up some driftwood.
Scrivi una recensione per "The Dragon's Secret"
Torna in cima
Leggi un estratto
dai un voto
