Maxioms by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a
dingy whirl at the window; a read more
The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a
dingy whirl at the window; a smoky gust through the fire-place; a
shadow black as a bear's cave under the table. Nothing in all
the cavernous room, loomed really warm or familiar except a glass
of stale water, and a vapid, half-eaten grape-fruit.
