The Souls of Black Folk · ¶451
He leaned back and smiled toward the sea, whence rose the strange melody, away from the dark shadows where lay the noise of horses galloping, galloping on. With an effort he roused himself, bent forward, and looked steadily down the pathway, softly humming the “Song of the Bride,”—Read in context ›
Project Gutenberg ebook 408
Project Gutenberg ebook 408
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