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Page 194
Sevruk didn't drive , but let the reins hang loose , and the horses went as they
wished . The flames were growing higher . Wet branches slapped into our faces .
“ Now it's clear , ” Sevruk said quietly . “ They set fire to Liubomirsky's . " " Who did
?
Sevruk didn't drive , but let the reins hang loose , and the horses went as they
wished . The flames were growing higher . Wet branches slapped into our faces .
“ Now it's clear , ” Sevruk said quietly . “ They set fire to Liubomirsky's . " " Who did
?
Page 313
You're an educated man , that's clear . Maybe they'll do a favor for you out of
respect . Well , that will be fine . I can see this is the first time for you . Sit in the
ambulance . But don't get on that hay , with your dirty boots . I didn't put it there for
that ...
You're an educated man , that's clear . Maybe they'll do a favor for you out of
respect . Well , that will be fine . I can see this is the first time for you . Sit in the
ambulance . But don't get on that hay , with your dirty boots . I didn't put it there for
that ...
Page 658
During the night that strip of clear sky widened , and in the morning I saw an
incredibly blue sea out of the window of my room . A weak but steady northeast
wind was blowing . As always , it brought cold with it , and a clean sky , and clear
air .
During the night that strip of clear sky widened , and in the morning I saw an
incredibly blue sea out of the window of my room . A weak but steady northeast
wind was blowing . As always , it brought cold with it , and a clean sky , and clear
air .
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