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... wall of concrete blocks . At its far end , it widened into the pier . Violent winter storms had broken a wide gap in the wall and formed a small sandy beach on the side facing the sea . The first to use it had been Austrian soldiers ...
... wall of concrete blocks . At its far end , it widened into the pier . Violent winter storms had broken a wide gap in the wall and formed a small sandy beach on the side facing the sea . The first to use it had been Austrian soldiers ...
Page 101
... wall overlooking the harbour , and closed my eyes the better to feel the breath of the wind on my face . Apart from decks , it smelt of acacias , dry seaweed , the camomile in the cracks of the sea wall , and of tar and rust ...
... wall overlooking the harbour , and closed my eyes the better to feel the breath of the wind on my face . Apart from decks , it smelt of acacias , dry seaweed , the camomile in the cracks of the sea wall , and of tar and rust ...
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... wall . Another wall joined it on my left . I stretched up to feel the top , but could nowhere reach it . On my right was still another wall . It was cut by a gate and , close to it , by a recess and a narrow wicket . Groping beside it ...
... wall . Another wall joined it on my left . I stretched up to feel the top , but could nowhere reach it . On my right was still another wall . It was cut by a gate and , close to it , by a recess and a narrow wicket . Groping beside it ...
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