It was a beautiful place that she had found, a round cave by a small stream. Stones and brickbats were showered on all sides, and Mr. F. 1. He threw her on the bed. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe.
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