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Summary of James Herriot's All Things Bright and Beautiful
Everest Media
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Éditeur:
Everest Media LLC
Everest Media LLC
Protection:
Filigrane
Filigrane
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9781669368625
Description:
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I had to go out to help Harold Ingledew with a sick sheep. It was difficult to stay asleep in the windy yard, and when I returned between the sheets while still enjoying many of the benefits of sleep, the system began to crumble.
#2 I managed to slip back into my trance, and my mind played lazily with the phenomenon of Harold Ingledew. I was shocked to hear singing coming from the Ingledew’s kitchen window, loud raucous singing echoing around the old stones of the yard.
#3 I went to see Harold’s sheep, but the singing began before I could see them. It was freezing outside, and through the black archway, I could see a Siberian wind blowing.
#4 I rushed back to the window. Harold was back in his chair, pulling on a vast boot and taking his time about it. As he bellowed, he poked owlishly at the lace holes and occasionally refreshed himself from the bottle of brown ale.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I had to go out to help Harold Ingledew with a sick sheep. It was difficult to stay asleep in the windy yard, and when I returned between the sheets while still enjoying many of the benefits of sleep, the system began to crumble.
#2 I managed to slip back into my trance, and my mind played lazily with the phenomenon of Harold Ingledew. I was shocked to hear singing coming from the Ingledew’s kitchen window, loud raucous singing echoing around the old stones of the yard.
#3 I went to see Harold’s sheep, but the singing began before I could see them. It was freezing outside, and through the black archway, I could see a Siberian wind blowing.
#4 I rushed back to the window. Harold was back in his chair, pulling on a vast boot and taking his time about it. As he bellowed, he poked owlishly at the lace holes and occasionally refreshed himself from the bottle of brown ale.
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