Miranda said, “Please open the window, please, I smell death in here. “The war is over,” said Miss Tanner, her underlap held firmly, her eyes blurred. “Oh, say, can you see?” their hopeless voices were asking next, the hammer strokes of metal tongues drowning them out. Sweet land… oh terrible land of this bitter world where the sound of rejoicing was a clamour of pain, where ragged tuneless old women, sitting up waiting for their evening bowl of cocoa, were singing, “Sweet land of Liberty-” From the ward for old bedridden women down the hall floated a ragged chorus of cracked voices singing, “My country, ’tis of thee…” She rattled a spoon in a cup, stopped to listen, held the cup out to Miranda. The war is over, my dear.” Her hands trembled. The light came on, and Miss Tanner said in a furry voice, “Hear that? They’re celebrating. Miranda waking from a dreamless sleep asked without expecting an answer, “What is happening?” for there was a bustle of voices and footsteps in the corridor, and a sharpness in the air the far clamour went on, a furious exasperated shrieking like a mob in revolt. Get Full eBook File name 'PaleHorsePaleRider-KatherineAnnePorter.pdf. Original Title ISBN '' published on '1939-' in Edition Language: 'English'. “Bells Screamed all off key, wrangling together as they collided in midair, horns and whistles mingled shrilly with cries of human distress sulphur-colored light ex-ploded through the black windowpane and flashed away in darkness. Download Book 'Pale Horse, Pale Rider' by Author 'Katherine Anne Porter' in PDF EPUB.
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