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Page 210
Several men are sitting in a room , " he told us once . “ All the chairs are occupied
. A lady walks in . Her eyes show that she has been crying . What should a polite
man do ? ” We answered that a polite man should , of course , offer her a chair ...
Several men are sitting in a room , " he told us once . “ All the chairs are occupied
. A lady walks in . Her eyes show that she has been crying . What should a polite
man do ? ” We answered that a polite man should , of course , offer her a chair ...
Page 233
Once you start along the writer's path , please remember , you must store up
patience . Come back for your honorarium on Wednesday , ” he went on in an icy
voice . “ And bring us everything you write . " I darted out of the office . Fitsovsky
was ...
Once you start along the writer's path , please remember , you must store up
patience . Come back for your honorarium on Wednesday , ” he went on in an icy
voice . “ And bring us everything you write . " I darted out of the office . Fitsovsky
was ...
Page 537
Once the package came undone in the trolley . I did not notice it until an elderly
woman in a white kerchief asked me : “ And where did you get such beauty
nowadays ? ” " Hold them more carefully , ” the woman conductor of the trolley
warned ...
Once the package came undone in the trolley . I did not notice it until an elderly
woman in a white kerchief asked me : “ And where did you get such beauty
nowadays ? ” " Hold them more carefully , ” the woman conductor of the trolley
warned ...
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