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... warm they itched unbearably . I drank bread juice and can certify that it did nothing for my swollen joints , but it did give me acute pains in the stomach . We boiled the shellfish with salt . They tasted strongly of fish glue . We had ...
... warm they itched unbearably . I drank bread juice and can certify that it did nothing for my swollen joints , but it did give me acute pains in the stomach . We boiled the shellfish with salt . They tasted strongly of fish glue . We had ...
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... warm sea air . That warm air rose in steady , powerful exhalations from the foot of the steep red cliffs , from the beaches which the war had cluttered up with the wreckage of steamers and sailing boats . It seemed even to come from the ...
... warm sea air . That warm air rose in steady , powerful exhalations from the foot of the steep red cliffs , from the beaches which the war had cluttered up with the wreckage of steamers and sailing boats . It seemed even to come from the ...
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... warm , friendly handclasp . I fished out the broom , lay flat on the warm stone , and held the branch close to my eyes . At Fountain the broom flowered all along the cliffs . But it grew with particular luxuriance at the foot of the ...
... warm , friendly handclasp . I fished out the broom , lay flat on the warm stone , and held the branch close to my eyes . At Fountain the broom flowered all along the cliffs . But it grew with particular luxuriance at the foot of the ...
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