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Page 34
Boards of pinewood were stacked up on the quay side . And terebinth boards .
The rain splashed down on the water and we drank fantastic black coffee . The
winter sea air used to make our cheeks burn . And we had such heavy hearts ...
Boards of pinewood were stacked up on the quay side . And terebinth boards .
The rain splashed down on the water and we drank fantastic black coffee . The
winter sea air used to make our cheeks burn . And we had such heavy hearts ...
Page 46
The boys lying on either side of him were trying to cover him with the flaps of their
tattered jackets . These jackets obtained from some grown - up man or woman
were long , reaching below the knee , with dangling sleeves . Time , dust and dirt
...
The boys lying on either side of him were trying to cover him with the flaps of their
tattered jackets . These jackets obtained from some grown - up man or woman
were long , reaching below the knee , with dangling sleeves . Time , dust and dirt
...
Page 184
From all sides came the sound of water as it flowed down from slimy moss -
covered dams . ... along the narrow canal as through a kind of trough , while
below it , creaking , hay - laden carts were passing from one side of the canal to
the other .
From all sides came the sound of water as it flowed down from slimy moss -
covered dams . ... along the narrow canal as through a kind of trough , while
below it , creaking , hay - laden carts were passing from one side of the canal to
the other .
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