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Page 86
... burst in and shoot me . But either they hadn't noticed it or they had other things to think about . They were shooting back . I heard running foot- steps and something rumbling along the corridor - presumably a machine - gun . In ...
... burst in and shoot me . But either they hadn't noticed it or they had other things to think about . They were shooting back . I heard running foot- steps and something rumbling along the corridor - presumably a machine - gun . In ...
Page 198
... burst of machine - gun fire raked the platform , hitting the guard . He twitched a few more times and lay still . We rushed out through the booking hall onto the platform . The last flat - wagon was gliding past . A snub - nosed girl ...
... burst of machine - gun fire raked the platform , hitting the guard . He twitched a few more times and lay still . We rushed out through the booking hall onto the platform . The last flat - wagon was gliding past . A snub - nosed girl ...
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... burst and spread a sweetish smell of burnt shells . The streets were dark . The lamps were lit very late , and some- times not at all , so that on some autumn evenings the only light came from the braziers . The foot - light effect had ...
... burst and spread a sweetish smell of burnt shells . The streets were dark . The lamps were lit very late , and some- times not at all , so that on some autumn evenings the only light came from the braziers . The foot - light effect had ...
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Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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