 | Martha Adelaide Holton, Charles Madison Curry - 1914 - Страниц: 335
...ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his gray beard. The dogs, too, not one of which he recognized for an old acquaintance, barked at him as he passed. The very 340 village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never... | |
 | 1915
...ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his gray beard. The dogs, too, not one of which he recognized for an old acquaintance, barked at him...strange faces at the windows — everything was strange. 19 His mind now misgave him; he began to doubt whether both he and the world around him were not bewitched.... | |
 | Edward Everett Hale, Fredrick Thomas Dawson - 1915 - Страниц: 294
...at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his gray beard. The dogs, too, not one of 20 which he recognized for an old acquaintance, barked at him...familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were 25 over the doors — strange faces at the windows — everything was strange. His mind now misgave... | |
 | Henry Carr Pearson, Mary Frederika Kirchwey - 1915
...children who ran at his heels, and hooted after him. The dogs, too, by whom he was not recognized as an old acquaintance, barked at him as he passed. The...which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Everything seemed strange. His mind now misgave him. Surely this was his native village, which he had... | |
 | 1916 - Страниц: 238
...ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his gray beard. The dogs, too, not one of which he recognized for an old acquaintance, barked at him...were over the doors — strange faces at the windows — every thing was strange. His mind now misgave him ; he began to doubt whether both he and the world... | |
 | Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1916 - Страниц: 737
...ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his gray beard. The dogs, too, not one of which he recognized for an old acquaintance, barked at him...were over the doors — strange faces at the windows — every thing was strange. His mind now misgave him; he began to doubt whether both he and the world... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Edward Everett Hale, Washington Irving, Francis Bret Harte, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Mark Twain - 1917 - Страниц: 457
...ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his gray beard. The dogs, too, not one of which he recognized for an old acquaintance, barked at him...were over the doors — strange faces at the windows — every thing was strange. His mind now misgave him; he began to doubt whether both he and the world... | |
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The very village was altered : it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. 
