The Yellow Crayon
                                            
                            By E. Phillips Oppenheim
                            
                                16 Oct, 2019                            
                            
                         
                                        
                                                                        Brief Extract: The sunlight forced its way through a chink in the blind, and stretched across the floor in a strange zigzag fashion. From without came the pleasant murmur of bees and many lazier insects floating over the gorgeous flower beds, resting
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                                                Brief Extract: The sunlight forced its way through a chink in the blind, and stretched across the floor in a strange zigzag fashion. From without came the pleasant murmur of bees and many lazier insects floating over the gorgeous flower beds, resting for a while on the clematis which had made the piazza a blaze of purple splendour. And inside, in a high-backed chair, there sat a man, his arms folded, his eyes fixed steadily upon vacancy. Less