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It tore across the causeway in a cold cascade . It was late and dark , and there was not a single star over our heads . Moisture rising from the thawing earth beat at our faces with a wild freshness . And all the time someone was ...
It tore across the causeway in a cold cascade . It was late and dark , and there was not a single star over our heads . Moisture rising from the thawing earth beat at our faces with a wild freshness . And all the time someone was ...
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Mama felt cold and kept her hands in her muff . Galya stuck close to her . In the last year her vision had grown worse . She was confused by the crowd and frightened by the locomotive whistles . Mama made the sign of the cross over me ...
Mama felt cold and kept her hands in her muff . Galya stuck close to her . In the last year her vision had grown worse . She was confused by the crowd and frightened by the locomotive whistles . Mama made the sign of the cross over me ...
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Then a cold fog blew out of the swamps . We got back to the farm , wet and cold , while it was still early morning . The days went by anxiously after this incident . They delighted me . I liked the steady expectation of danger , the low ...
Then a cold fog blew out of the swamps . We got back to the farm , wet and cold , while it was still early morning . The days went by anxiously after this incident . They delighted me . I liked the steady expectation of danger , the low ...
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