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Page 230
Everyone grew quiet . The blue light mixed with the light from the lamp on a table
. Faces looked dull and beautiful . “ The nicest time of all is after a muddled night ,
" the old man in the student's jacket said . “ Now we can drink our wine calmly .
Everyone grew quiet . The blue light mixed with the light from the lamp on a table
. Faces looked dull and beautiful . “ The nicest time of all is after a muddled night ,
" the old man in the student's jacket said . “ Now we can drink our wine calmly .
Page 448
The lamp in this lighthouse was so fixed that it gave different - colored lights at
different distances from the port . I no longer remember their order , but I think that
inside the harbor itself the light showed red , farther out green , and really far ...
The lamp in this lighthouse was so fixed that it gave different - colored lights at
different distances from the port . I no longer remember their order , but I think that
inside the harbor itself the light showed red , farther out green , and really far ...
Page 449
I looked again , and swore : the lighthouse was now showing a white light ! I was
being carried rapidly out to sea , and it seemed there was nothing that could hold
the little boat against that furious wind . Then I dropped the oars and began to ...
I looked again , and swore : the lighthouse was now showing a white light ! I was
being carried rapidly out to sea , and it seemed there was nothing that could hold
the little boat against that furious wind . Then I dropped the oars and began to ...
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