Home
Topics
Authors
Quote Maker
Login
Register
Written By
Henry James
It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour.
6 Reads •
November 21, 2020
Download
6 Reads •