Friends in Small Places: Ruskin Bond's Unforgettable PeopleThis Collection Brings Together The Best Of Ruskin Bond'S Cameos, All Beautifully Imagined And Crafted, Inspired By People Who Have Left A Lasting Impression On Him. In Addition, There Are A Host Of Characters Culled From Bond'S Numerous Short Stories. Taken Together, They Constitute A Magnificent Evocation Of The Small-Town India By One Of The Country'S Best Storytellers. |
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Page 44
... eyes . ' Blue eyes - I trust them . But don't trust green eyes . And yellow eyes are evil . ' ' I've never seen yellow eyes . ' ' That's because you're pure , ' she said , and turned away and hurried across the lawn as though she had ...
... eyes . ' Blue eyes - I trust them . But don't trust green eyes . And yellow eyes are evil . ' ' I've never seen yellow eyes . ' ' That's because you're pure , ' she said , and turned away and hurried across the lawn as though she had ...
Page 179
... eyes and shut out everything . He opened his eyes to laughter . Somi's face was close , laughing into Rusty's . ' Of what were you dreaming , Rusty , I have never seen you smile so sweetly ! ' ' Oh , I wasn't dreaming , ' said Rusty ...
... eyes and shut out everything . He opened his eyes to laughter . Somi's face was close , laughing into Rusty's . ' Of what were you dreaming , Rusty , I have never seen you smile so sweetly ! ' ' Oh , I wasn't dreaming , ' said Rusty ...
Page 268
... eyes and goes to sleep . He's gone by the evening but his bag of papers is resting against my front door . ' He's ... eyes in a round jade - smooth face . A hesitant smile . I step inside . I have never cared much for Tibetan handicrafts ...
... eyes and goes to sleep . He's gone by the evening but his bag of papers is resting against my front door . ' He's ... eyes in a round jade - smooth face . A hesitant smile . I step inside . I have never cared much for Tibetan handicrafts ...
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