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Page 174
The shout echoed in the “ gray walls ” of the gymnasium . The king , suspecting
nothing , walked ... When he marched back we shouted out , just as amicably and
as deafeningly as before , “ Hold him ! ” which also sounded a little like the ...
The shout echoed in the “ gray walls ” of the gymnasium . The king , suspecting
nothing , walked ... When he marched back we shouted out , just as amicably and
as deafeningly as before , “ Hold him ! ” which also sounded a little like the ...
Page 229
he shouted . “ Down with icicles ! Up with rain ! " No one paid any attention to him
and he disappeared . The old man sat down at the piano and sang in a voice that
tugged at the heartstrings : My distant friend , understand my sobbing !
he shouted . “ Down with icicles ! Up with rain ! " No one paid any attention to him
and he disappeared . The old man sat down at the piano and sang in a voice that
tugged at the heartstrings : My distant friend , understand my sobbing !
Page 626
You're crazy ! this man shouted suddenly . What do you want potatoes for when
he's already dead ? Get away from here ! He told me himself later that he didn't
understand what happened to him then . He clenched his teeth , started to rip
open ...
You're crazy ! this man shouted suddenly . What do you want potatoes for when
he's already dead ? Get away from here ! He told me himself later that he didn't
understand what happened to him then . He clenched his teeth , started to rip
open ...
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