 | C. Foertmeyer - 2003 - 188 pàgines
...feet and shuffled to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting, his legs too wobbly to stand on. Tom put his elbows on the table and rested his face in his hands. What the hell is going on in that basement? he thought in a panicked state of mind. What the hell is... | |
 | 1874 - 958 pàgines
...He sharpened his pencil slowly, letting the shavings fall on the paper before him, and then leaned his elbows on the table and rested his face in his hands. "Am 1 a fool, or is she — or am I not?" he muttered, not daring to whisper even to himself the dreadful... | |
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Gilbert put his elbows on the table and rested his face in his hands. 