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Page 83
... Lucienna snapped at him . ' And in general , do stop your " shmekeria " . ” None of us knew what ' shmekeria ' was , not even Lucienna , but it drove Kinti mad . He ran round in circles , grunting , wheezing , croaking , spitting , and ...
... Lucienna snapped at him . ' And in general , do stop your " shmekeria " . ” None of us knew what ' shmekeria ' was , not even Lucienna , but it drove Kinti mad . He ran round in circles , grunting , wheezing , croaking , spitting , and ...
Page 103
... Lucienna Kazimirovna . It breaks my heart to hear you . ' ' Fancy that , you poor shrinking violet , ' Lucienna replied . ' Don't you pretend you're so cut up , I won't believe you . ' Lyova dictated the obituary , and he and Lucienna ...
... Lucienna Kazimirovna . It breaks my heart to hear you . ' ' Fancy that , you poor shrinking violet , ' Lucienna replied . ' Don't you pretend you're so cut up , I won't believe you . ' Lyova dictated the obituary , and he and Lucienna ...
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... Lucienna , the former typist from The Seaman , who saved me . She had joined an arts and crafts team and was sewing un- bleached linen hats for ladies . The team would take on any work so long as it was paid : making hats , clogs ...
... Lucienna , the former typist from The Seaman , who saved me . She had joined an arts and crafts team and was sewing un- bleached linen hats for ladies . The team would take on any work so long as it was paid : making hats , clogs ...
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