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Page 54
... laughing , ' said Yasha . ' If I were you I'd take that damned footstool out and get rid of it . Throw it over the wall into the next yard . Don't you realise you're risking your neck ? How are you going to prove it's not yours ...
... laughing , ' said Yasha . ' If I were you I'd take that damned footstool out and get rid of it . Throw it over the wall into the next yard . Don't you realise you're risking your neck ? How are you going to prove it's not yours ...
Page 136
... laughing and laughed until she cried . It dawned on me that the whole story of the ' world - famous professor ' had been pure improvisation on Babel's part . He had carried it off like a born actor . From that moment peace and quiet ...
... laughing and laughed until she cried . It dawned on me that the whole story of the ' world - famous professor ' had been pure improvisation on Babel's part . He had carried it off like a born actor . From that moment peace and quiet ...
Page 171
... laughing eyes and teeth , and decided not to come back . Somehow , after only a few days , things began to settle down . I found I could read again and , as we sat on the beach , I began to tell Kira stories . You could not have called ...
... laughing eyes and teeth , and decided not to come back . Somehow , after only a few days , things began to settle down . I found I could read again and , as we sat on the beach , I began to tell Kira stories . You could not have called ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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