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Then some girl will have to cry her beautiful eyes out because of you . " I paid no attention to Hannah's words . I hung onto her warm , dark - colored hand and told her about my first trip to sea . Earlier in the spring my father had ...
Then some girl will have to cry her beautiful eyes out because of you . " I paid no attention to Hannah's words . I hung onto her warm , dark - colored hand and told her about my first trip to sea . Earlier in the spring my father had ...
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But he was a very clean , well - washed little general with puffy hands and watery eyes . His eyes filled with fury when he thought about his enemies — the generals who had risen higher in the service : Sukhomlinov , Dragomirov ...
But he was a very clean , well - washed little general with puffy hands and watery eyes . His eyes filled with fury when he thought about his enemies — the generals who had risen higher in the service : Sukhomlinov , Dragomirov ...
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the fire shone in his light eyes . Then he talked to the little girl in Polish . Her answers were hardly audible , and she never raised her eyes . " When will this all end ? ” Gronsky asked unexpectedly . " When will we get our fingers ...
the fire shone in his light eyes . Then he talked to the little girl in Polish . Her answers were hardly audible , and she never raised her eyes . " When will this all end ? ” Gronsky asked unexpectedly . " When will we get our fingers ...
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