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Page 39
... sudden panics , arguments and jokes about some bit of worldly wisdom someone had dropped , and of course on rows . The rows blew up as suddenly as rockets , but took a long time to die down , like dust after an explosion . Fights were ...
... sudden panics , arguments and jokes about some bit of worldly wisdom someone had dropped , and of course on rows . The rows blew up as suddenly as rockets , but took a long time to die down , like dust after an explosion . Fights were ...
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... suddenly to alter its appearance : gay under a gusty wind , it shone with such snow- white spray as I had never seen on it before . Any day now , we would see , in the blue distance to the south- west , the mighty hulls and yellow ...
... suddenly to alter its appearance : gay under a gusty wind , it shone with such snow- white spray as I had never seen on it before . Any day now , we would see , in the blue distance to the south- west , the mighty hulls and yellow ...
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... suddenly , like a burst of sunshine through the window , you came upon some exquisite fragment , or the unexpected rhythm of a sentence balanced like a translation from the French , measured and rich . This was new , exciting prose . It ...
... suddenly , like a burst of sunshine through the window , you came upon some exquisite fragment , or the unexpected rhythm of a sentence balanced like a translation from the French , measured and rich . This was new , exciting prose . It ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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