United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
In a tavern, which was on the waterfront and visited mostly by sailors on shore leave, lay a semblance of a man. He was tattered and in rags. Crouching at his feet was a dog as forlorn as he was and in a starved condition.
In a tavern, which was on the waterfront and visited mostly by sailors on shore leave, lay a semblance of a man. He was tattered and in rags. Crouching at his feet was a dog as...
2. PART I.--YESTERDAYLittle wisps of clouds I meet as I wander by the sea,--fragile as lacy petticoats that imprison the form. Useless they seem to be, but as I watch I think I see a form. Multiplyi...