not-far-away

Updated: May 17, 2025

I didn't keep Sophie standing long in the wind, but she was trembling when I said, "Help me a little; my door has grown heavy this winter." It creaked on its hinges, rusted with the not-far-away sea-air; and a good strong pull, from four not very strong hands, was necessary to admittance. Darkness was inside, except the light that we let in.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 58, August, 1862