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Page 24
Then a pale flash of fire lit them up to the very heart . A short gust of wind over the
fields bent the rye to the soil . But the thunderstorm never came . August had
probably lost by then its power to produce storms . They could no longer roll
along ...
Then a pale flash of fire lit them up to the very heart . A short gust of wind over the
fields bent the rye to the soil . But the thunderstorm never came . August had
probably lost by then its power to produce storms . They could no longer roll
along ...
Page 43
All against regulations , it was ! The axle - box was sure to catch fire . On each
such occasion Zuzenko and the other passengers would embark upon a
confused technical argument with the conductor and try to convince him that the
carriage ...
All against regulations , it was ! The axle - box was sure to catch fire . On each
such occasion Zuzenko and the other passengers would embark upon a
confused technical argument with the conductor and try to convince him that the
carriage ...
Page 57
The fire in the stove had burned itself out , but by the light of the glowing embers I
saw that it was already six o ' clock . The mice scurried and squeaked more than
ever inside the walls . I felt hot and stuffy even though the cold held my forehead
...
The fire in the stove had burned itself out , but by the light of the glowing embers I
saw that it was already six o ' clock . The mice scurried and squeaked more than
ever inside the walls . I felt hot and stuffy even though the cold held my forehead
...
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