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... talk to you . " " Talk ? ” Lyuba asked , and she turned around . " You need to talk with me ? In your room ? " " Well , why not ? It's a nice room . ” Lyuba stood up . " You know yourself what kind of a day I've had . So get out of here ...
... talk to you . " " Talk ? ” Lyuba asked , and she turned around . " You need to talk with me ? In your room ? " " Well , why not ? It's a nice room . ” Lyuba stood up . " You know yourself what kind of a day I've had . So get out of here ...
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... talk , bold and desperate talk , full of humility and full of hatred , every kind of talk . In all the conversa- tion there was only one common element : the hope for peace , the hope that the soldiers would come back from the war and ...
... talk , bold and desperate talk , full of humility and full of hatred , every kind of talk . In all the conversa- tion there was only one common element : the hope for peace , the hope that the soldiers would come back from the war and ...
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... talk to its owner , and you'll under- stand . Draw your own conclusions as to who ought to own that house , and the orchard , and the land - there are five or six acres there if you're going to talk about justice . The master's a queer ...
... talk to its owner , and you'll under- stand . Draw your own conclusions as to who ought to own that house , and the orchard , and the land - there are five or six acres there if you're going to talk about justice . The master's a queer ...
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