The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance — all strewn with crumpled playbills.


Ch. XIII. - The Turn of the Screw (1898)


The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance — all...

The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance — all...

The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance — all...

The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance — all...