Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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new POOL books GAUNT ISLAND by Kenneth Magpherson . tale of the outer Hebrides, a small island "where things happen." "Fear struck a note in L, — a treble clang. It was easy to apprehend a hand filling the dusk, stretched down to him. and. . . .eyes. . . . .something { is not joy that waits for you here. hen he shook his throat from the upturned collar of his weatherproof and regained price, re was a club foot of rock and erosions had continued it in a leg. The family strcnghold set on the instep, wary with watchtowers. It was an attempt at _ shelter from Atlantic s, seen oaly obliquely from the sea, bat the wind made arcs and tormented it with catcalls..... ht set off across the sea like an expedition. Something would happen. Rising, he felt the i shake under impact. Tide crashed against his feet " . . .leads to an immense lax : Get that woman out of here," said Mannering, "someone take her away and attend to her." . Marmering bowed down her head and wept terribly. She gained control at once. Aggie tt was screaming down the corridor, more and more faintly, "it was an accident, my finger [. My finger nail. ..." A grim impassivity fell upon the rccm. The candles guttered ^iedly in strong draughts." an absorbing and tragic tale, capturing the true island ;e of sea and weather and emotions "on this island hybrid and unfeasible." Price ihillings and sixpence. Iso By the same author POOLREFLECTION vreparation FROM ANY OF THE CLOSE UP AGENTS OR DIRECT FROM POOL RIANT CHATEAU TERRITET SUISSE