It was early October 1946, and Noah Calhoun watched the fading sun sink lower from the around porch of his plantation-style home. He liked to sit here in the evenings, especially after w hard all day, a his thoughts wander without scious dire. It was how he relaxed, a routine hed learned from his father.
He especially liked to look at the trees and their refles in the river. North Carolina trees are beautiful in deep autumn: greens, yellows, reds, es, every shade iween. Their dazzling clow with the sun, and for the huh time, Noah Calhoun wondered if the inal owners of the house had spent their evenings thinking the same things.
The house was built in 1772, making it one of the oldest, as well as largest, homes in New Bern. inally it was the main house on a w plantation, and he had bought it right after the war ended and had spent the last eleven months and a small fortune repairing it. The reporter from the Raleigh paper had done an article on it a few ……（内容加载失败！）
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