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... round the room and sizing it up , said in an unexpectedly high piping voice : ' Hullo to you . I am Karp Polikarpovich Karpenko . Former worker in the field of education , now your Commandant . Which of you is the head of this ...
... round the room and sizing it up , said in an unexpectedly high piping voice : ' Hullo to you . I am Karp Polikarpovich Karpenko . Former worker in the field of education , now your Commandant . Which of you is the head of this ...
Page 58
... round dis- mantled mines , yellow and red buoys , stone steps leading to the water , signal - masts , old barges , coils of rotten rope and finally , a mysterious little house with a white turret and rusted balcony , standing on the ...
... round dis- mantled mines , yellow and red buoys , stone steps leading to the water , signal - masts , old barges , coils of rotten rope and finally , a mysterious little house with a white turret and rusted balcony , standing on the ...
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... round his neck . If he had nothing on display but his eyes darted in search of a customer , all the regulars knew at once that he was selling fake jewellery and called after him : ' What crown jewels have you pinched today ? ' Only very ...
... round his neck . If he had nothing on display but his eyes darted in search of a customer , all the regulars knew at once that he was selling fake jewellery and called after him : ' What crown jewels have you pinched today ? ' Only very ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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