F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.