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Even the artillery fire had died down there was only the sound of wheels rumbling in the distance . From the quality of this sound , the more knowledgeable citizens judged that army convoys were hurriedly withdrawing from the city .
Even the artillery fire had died down there was only the sound of wheels rumbling in the distance . From the quality of this sound , the more knowledgeable citizens judged that army convoys were hurriedly withdrawing from the city .
Page 213
The sound of the long breakers rose and fell . ... of half sleep when one can see large white flowers floating on the black waves , or hear the sound of a violin , light as a child's hand , as clearly as is possible only to one awake .
The sound of the long breakers rose and fell . ... of half sleep when one can see large white flowers floating on the black waves , or hear the sound of a violin , light as a child's hand , as clearly as is possible only to one awake .
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Only the sound of the ' International ' drifted faintly from the town . A jet of steam , spurting up at the grey sky , and a hoarse , quavering whistle came from the bridge of one of the ships . Immediately taking up the sound , all the ...
Only the sound of the ' International ' drifted faintly from the town . A jet of steam , spurting up at the grey sky , and a hoarse , quavering whistle came from the bridge of one of the ships . Immediately taking up the sound , all the ...
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Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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