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Page 122
... night . It was a star low over the sea . It watched us with friendly insistence night after night , yet none of us knew its name . The sadness was also , for some reason , in the smell of the stone highway as it cooled in the evening ...
... night . It was a star low over the sea . It watched us with friendly insistence night after night , yet none of us knew its name . The sadness was also , for some reason , in the smell of the stone highway as it cooled in the evening ...
Page 125
... night . He felt they hinted at some dangerous secret . The nights were long in Moldavanka . A bleary light from a distant street - lamp fell on the peeling wallpaper . The walls smelt of acetic acid . At rare intervals the sound of ...
... night . He felt they hinted at some dangerous secret . The nights were long in Moldavanka . A bleary light from a distant street - lamp fell on the peeling wallpaper . The walls smelt of acetic acid . At rare intervals the sound of ...
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... night concealed from me were ignorant of the first law of survival on such a night – perfect silence . So they often gave themselves away and I had time to avoid them . - It occurred to me that man is a much more noisy animal than we ...
... night concealed from me were ignorant of the first law of survival on such a night – perfect silence . So they often gave themselves away and I had time to avoid them . - It occurred to me that man is a much more noisy animal than we ...
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