The crowning feature of Pocket for Windows PC is not just its ability to gather URLs, but also saving those entire pages on your account and syncing that data across all your devices, enabling you to access all your bookmarked pages in full even if you don’t have an internet connection active at that time. A narrow greenish mirror with a gilt eagle over it hung on the passage wall, and she looked critically at her reflection, wished for the thousandth time that she had blue eyes like Annabel Balch, the girl who sometimes came from Springfield to spend a week with old Miss Hatchard, straightened the sunburnt hat over her small swarthy face, and turned out again into the sunshine.Pocket (originally known as Read it Later) is regarded today as one of the most popular and easy to use bookmarking services, cross-browser extensions on the internet, enabling more than 30 million users to effortlessly gather internet URLs into their own customizable database, no matter what modern computing device (desktop, laptop or portable) or operating system you are using. Her heart contracted a little, and the shrinking that sometimes came over her when she saw people with holiday faces made her draw back into the house and pretend to look for the key that she knew she had already put into her pocket. The little June wind, frisking down the street, shook the doleful fringes of the Hatchard spruces, caught the straw hat of a young man just passing under them, and spun it clean across the road into the duck-pond.Īs he ran to fish it out the girl on lawyer Royall's doorstep noticed that he was a stranger, that he wore city clothes, and that he was laughing with all his teeth, as the young and careless laugh at such mishaps. The clump of weeping-willows about the duck pond, and the Norway spruces in front of the Hatchard gate, cast almost the only roadside shadow between lawyer Royall's house and the point where, at the other end of the village, the road rises above the church and skirts the black hemlock wall enclosing the cemetery.
The place lies high and in the open, and lacks the lavish shade of the more protected New England villages. A little wind moved among the round white clouds on the shoulders of the hills, driving their shadows across the fields and down the grassy road that takes the name of street when it passes through North Dormer. The springlike transparent sky shed a rain of silver sunshine on the roofs of the village, and on the pastures and larchwoods surrounding it.
It was the beginning of a June afternoon. A girl came out of lawyer Royall's house, at the end of the one street of North Dormer, and stood on the doorstep.
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