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" The Old Man at The Bridge" by Ernest Hemingway
" The Old Man at The Bridge" by Ernest Hemingway
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I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did
not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear
him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening;
--just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to
.the death watches in the wall
The Guest
by Albert Camus. Translated by Justin O'Brien
The schoolmaster was watching the two men climb
toward him. One was on horseback, the other on foot.
They had not yet tackled the abrupt rise leading to the
schoolhouse built on the hillside. They were toiling
onward, making slow progress in the snow, among the
stones, on the vast expanse oft he high, deserted
plateau. From time to time the horse stumbled. Without
hearing anything yet, he could see the breath issuing
from the horses nostrils. One of the men, at least, knew