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Page 126
... Babel understood Tsires's hints about ' a pocketful of trouble ' and decided to move out in a few days . He needed these few more days to get Tsires to tell him all the interesting things he knew . For Babel was conscious of his ...
... Babel understood Tsires's hints about ' a pocketful of trouble ' and decided to move out in a few days . He needed these few more days to get Tsires to tell him all the interesting things he knew . For Babel was conscious of his ...
Page 133
... Babel clutched his head and moaned : ' I'm finished ! Done for ! My head's buzzing like a brass boiler . As if that fiend were bashing it all day with a stick ! ' We all racked our brains to think of how to rid Babel of Lucian and his ...
... Babel clutched his head and moaned : ' I'm finished ! Done for ! My head's buzzing like a brass boiler . As if that fiend were bashing it all day with a stick ! ' We all racked our brains to think of how to rid Babel of Lucian and his ...
Page 147
... Babel . He was feeling ill . He coughed , his breath wheezed , and he hardly spoke . Evidently he had overtaxed his lungs the night before . Izya and I took him to the tram , and went to see Babel . As usual in times of trouble , we ...
... Babel . He was feeling ill . He coughed , his breath wheezed , and he hardly spoke . Evidently he had overtaxed his lungs the night before . Izya and I took him to the tram , and went to see Babel . As usual in times of trouble , we ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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