When I came to the House of the Sphinx it was already dark. They made me eagerly welcome. And I, in spite of the deed, was glad of any shelter from that ominous wood. I saw at once that there had been a deed, although a cloak did all that a cloak may do to conceal it. The mere uneasiness of the welcome made me suspect that cloak.Read on here.
The Penny Tin Whistler by Sylvia Fair
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This is Fair’s second novel for pre-teens/young adults, published in 1976.
It has a number of similarities with her previous book, The Ivory Anvil, in
that...
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