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... sleeping in sleepy eternity's arms ' . It was almost dawn before he fell asleep . He slept sitting up , leaning against the wall of the verandah , and groaned in his deeply exhausting sleep . His face was drawn , wizened ; a crust , as ...
... sleeping in sleepy eternity's arms ' . It was almost dawn before he fell asleep . He slept sitting up , leaning against the wall of the verandah , and groaned in his deeply exhausting sleep . His face was drawn , wizened ; a crust , as ...
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... sleep and wakefulness . I slept , and yet I clearly heard the waves , the cicadas , the shuffling of the sand on the dunes and the soft creaking of an old electric wire which swung day and night from a post near the iron gate ...
... sleep and wakefulness . I slept , and yet I clearly heard the waves , the cicadas , the shuffling of the sand on the dunes and the soft creaking of an old electric wire which swung day and night from a post near the iron gate ...
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... sleep . The crew want to send a wireless message to com- plain about you to the management and to your wife . ' " That's as may be , ' the Captain grinned . " The wireless operator won't send anything without my permission . But I'll go ...
... sleep . The crew want to send a wireless message to com- plain about you to the management and to your wife . ' " That's as may be , ' the Captain grinned . " The wireless operator won't send anything without my permission . But I'll go ...
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