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Page 107
“ Don't be worried ; he's with me , ” the girl said . " Excuse me , mademoiselle , I didn't know , " Suboch answered politely . The crowd surged back and separated us from Suboch . The girl took me by the hand and we began to move ...
“ Don't be worried ; he's with me , ” the girl said . " Excuse me , mademoiselle , I didn't know , " Suboch answered politely . The crowd surged back and separated us from Suboch . The girl took me by the hand and we began to move ...
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They would tie him up and lead him away , kicking him in the back , and tell him : “ Cheating a girl again , you nuisance ... The girls would count the money together , ah and oh together , and say that all men deserved to be dipped in ...
They would tie him up and lead him away , kicking him in the back , and tell him : “ Cheating a girl again , you nuisance ... The girls would count the money together , ah and oh together , and say that all men deserved to be dipped in ...
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The girl was running in front , looking back and crying to the little boys : “ Faster ! It'll be too late to hide . Faster ! ” Then all three disappeared , as if the earth had swallowed them . But when I walked past some high thistles ...
The girl was running in front , looking back and crying to the little boys : “ Faster ! It'll be too late to hide . Faster ! ” Then all three disappeared , as if the earth had swallowed them . But when I walked past some high thistles ...
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