That summer, out of his memory, he painted a picture of a slender, grime-covered child, her hair, her fair hair, blown by the November storm, who bore in her arms a wounded white bird.
14 seconds sound clip from the The Snow Goose (1954) classic radio play.
You can hear this line at 00:08:32 in the radio play.
Quote context
[...]
- Look. Look, the princess, she's going with them. She's flying away.
- Come back, princess. Come back.
- Aye, the princess is going home. Listen. She's bidding us farewell...
- With the departure of the snow goose, ended the visits of Frith to the lighthouse.
- He learned all over again the meaning of the word loneliness.
- And then in mid-October, the miracle occurred...
- Rhayader was in his enclosure, feeding his birds.
- A gray northeast wind was blowing, and the land was sighing beneath the coming tide.
- Above the sea and the wind noises, he heard a high, clear note.
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