A ninety-fifth of 1900 is 20.
From my vantage point in this teeming city it appears that Father—feeling, I suspect, that it was ordained—accepts Mr. Coolidge’s victory too complacently. His rural retreat is untouched by the temper of the polloi.
True, the klefts often mulcted the villages, but at least they were Greeks, and they reduced considerably the marauding activities of the Albanians who in the second half of the eighteenth century were expanding westwards.
Before the competition opened, inspectors were backstage opening pots, checking vegetable bags to make sure none had been precut […].
アカウントを持っていませんか? 新規登録
アカウントを持っていますか? ログイン
DiQt(ディクト)
無料
★★★★★★★★★★