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Page 48
He could never write in pencil — and I think I was the only one who sympathised
and never made fun of this oddity . A pencilled text always looked to me
unfinished and messy . It seemed to me that if an idea had been properly thought
out , it ...
He could never write in pencil — and I think I was the only one who sympathised
and never made fun of this oddity . A pencilled text always looked to me
unfinished and messy . It seemed to me that if an idea had been properly thought
out , it ...
Page 125
They ' d make it dirty as soon as look at it and I swear to you on my old mother ' s
head , I ' ve never had anything better than this in my life . I may be as crooked as
you like , an honest - to - God thief , you might say , but I ' d never sink so low as ...
They ' d make it dirty as soon as look at it and I swear to you on my old mother ' s
head , I ' ve never had anything better than this in my life . I may be as crooked as
you like , an honest - to - God thief , you might say , but I ' d never sink so low as ...
Page 157
Every day , we waited for some new , humiliating scene , and he never
disappointed us . We lived penned up in the fort . We were never allowed out into
the town . In any case , no one was there to whom we could report . And had
there been ...
Every day , we waited for some new , humiliating scene , and he never
disappointed us . We lived penned up in the fort . We were never allowed out into
the town . In any case , no one was there to whom we could report . And had
there been ...
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