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Page 244
Enormous black puffs moved behind it , like petrified cotton . These were the
storm clouds seen through the smoke . Dead silence stood all around us . The
frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped splashing . Even the leaves stopped
...
Enormous black puffs moved behind it , like petrified cotton . These were the
storm clouds seen through the smoke . Dead silence stood all around us . The
frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped splashing . Even the leaves stopped
...
Page 316
Tired infantry units moved by us separately . The earth shook more and more
distinctly . The windows rattled in the train . The train stopped at last in a wide
glen . Yellow clouds of shrapnel fire blazed up continually in the leafy woods
around ...
Tired infantry units moved by us separately . The earth shook more and more
distinctly . The windows rattled in the train . The train stopped at last in a wide
glen . Yellow clouds of shrapnel fire blazed up continually in the leafy woods
around ...
Page 552
A long file of people still moved past me , but not one of them stayed with me
even for a few years . People appeared for a moment and then moved on , and I
knew I was unlikely ever to see them again . Obviously to console myself , I ...
A long file of people still moved past me , but not one of them stayed with me
even for a few years . People appeared for a moment and then moved on , and I
knew I was unlikely ever to see them again . Obviously to console myself , I ...
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