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Page 293
Well , tell us then , don't be stingy , " the puffy - faced man said roughly . “ Tell us
what it's all about , or tell us about ducks . " “ That I can do , " the dry - faced man
said willingly , and then he was silent for a moment . “ An old man who was pretty
...
Well , tell us then , don't be stingy , " the puffy - faced man said roughly . “ Tell us
what it's all about , or tell us about ducks . " “ That I can do , " the dry - faced man
said willingly , and then he was silent for a moment . “ An old man who was pretty
...
Page 416
Ah , you tell me not to scream ? Tell me something new , please . What do you
want me to do ? Sing " They all say I'm a little flighty ' ? Or dance a jig ? I hate you
! " She threw the gramophone off the table . “ I hate you ! I wish I had never laid ...
Ah , you tell me not to scream ? Tell me something new , please . What do you
want me to do ? Sing " They all say I'm a little flighty ' ? Or dance a jig ? I hate you
! " She threw the gramophone off the table . “ I hate you ! I wish I had never laid ...
Page 580
What I'm telling you I'm telling for the first time in my life . You don't tell things like
this to just anybody . They make it dirty just by listening to it . And there was never
anything better than this in all my life , I swear it by my old mother . And no ...
What I'm telling you I'm telling for the first time in my life . You don't tell things like
this to just anybody . They make it dirty just by listening to it . And there was never
anything better than this in all my life , I swear it by my old mother . And no ...
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Carp | 16 |
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