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Page 34
They're nothing , " he said , and he smiled . He had very even teeth , and now , close up to him , I could see that he was by no means an old man . We went up to the house . The bearded man talked very strangely about everything all at ...
They're nothing , " he said , and he smiled . He had very even teeth , and now , close up to him , I could see that he was by no means an old man . We went up to the house . The bearded man talked very strangely about everything all at ...
Page 174
Then the king heard the prompting , and he smiled . Somehow the director managed to finish ... And behind the retinue were the Serbian ministers , taking off their top hats , smiling , all sugar and honey . We had agreed on everything ...
Then the king heard the prompting , and he smiled . Somehow the director managed to finish ... And behind the retinue were the Serbian ministers , taking off their top hats , smiling , all sugar and honey . We had agreed on everything ...
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He was very thin , and he smiled just as shyly as the woman in the hut . ... Stass bowed silently , put his bundle of bast down in a corner , sat down at the table , and looked at each of us in turn with a smile on his face .
He was very thin , and he smiled just as shyly as the woman in the hut . ... Stass bowed silently , put his bundle of bast down in a corner , sat down at the table , and looked at each of us in turn with a smile on his face .
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