Monday, November 3, 2014

Quotes from Jack London’s , A Son of the Sun #4

“All that he (Brown) had ever gleaned from books proclaimed indubitably the faun-likeness of this visitant from the deep. “But a sad faun.”  Was the young man’s judgment, as the golden-brown woods god strode forward to where David Grief sat…”

Jack London’s,  A Son of the Sun

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