Books with title The Windmills of the Gods

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Excerpt from The Mills of the GodsShe was very small and very pretty, with dark, curling hair, red lips and brown eyes that snapped with resentment as she stood with clenched hands, her body tense and quivering. Above her and across the road, heavy with white dust from which the heat rose in shimmering waves, two boys and a girl, all larger and older than she, stood and called at her, making faces and snapping their teeth with their thumbnails: Piccolo megera! Brutta vipera! C attiva Rosa!Now and then one or another would throw a hand ful of dust or a stone at her, or rather, in her dirce tion, for she stood with so brave an air and faced them so steadily undaunted they were afraid. Gradu ally their calls became less frequent, less shrill and insistent.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.