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... silent spiritual exaltation . This silent state is positively hostile to talk . You want to be silent . And anyway , what can you say in your commonplace words when your dark body , overheated by the day , is suddenly lassoed and ...
... silent spiritual exaltation . This silent state is positively hostile to talk . You want to be silent . And anyway , what can you say in your commonplace words when your dark body , overheated by the day , is suddenly lassoed and ...
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... silent . Not until about ten minutes later did the grim but kindly Commissar reply : " The wind has reached Force ... silent , we waited for him to speak . ' Speech is silver , silence is gold , ' he said mockingly . ' Well , here it is ...
... silent . Not until about ten minutes later did the grim but kindly Commissar reply : " The wind has reached Force ... silent , we waited for him to speak . ' Speech is silver , silence is gold , ' he said mockingly . ' Well , here it is ...
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... silent for a long time . " The joke is , ' said one of the sailors , ' that during the war the Germans laid a lot of ... silence . From the corridor came the sound of water splashing from the deck over the raised thresholds . So a day ...
... silent for a long time . " The joke is , ' said one of the sailors , ' that during the war the Germans laid a lot of ... silence . From the corridor came the sound of water splashing from the deck over the raised thresholds . So a day ...
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