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Page 200
... mind clouded agreeably and everything seemed to be full of a new and
enchanting significance ; at others it cleared and I saw myself with my life
unchanged : tomorrow I would take the same street as I had taken today — I
knew it to the last ...
... mind clouded agreeably and everything seemed to be full of a new and
enchanting significance ; at others it cleared and I saw myself with my life
unchanged : tomorrow I would take the same street as I had taken today — I
knew it to the last ...
Page 223
I knew I was a fool and my story was rubbish . He flicked the pages with his limp
fingers and sidelined one passage with a very sharp nail . ' I regard my periodical
as a forum for young writers , ' he told me . ' I would be happy to welcome a new ...
I knew I was a fool and my story was rubbish . He flicked the pages with his limp
fingers and sidelined one passage with a very sharp nail . ' I regard my periodical
as a forum for young writers , ' he told me . ' I would be happy to welcome a new ...
Page 259
We were used to it , it was what we knew . The future was vague and alarming ,
chiefly because we were bound to scatter and lose touch . It was the end of our
cheerful , closely knit family life . Before the start of the exams , a meeting was
held ...
We were used to it , it was what we knew . The future was vague and alarming ,
chiefly because we were bound to scatter and lose touch . It was the end of our
cheerful , closely knit family life . Before the start of the exams , a meeting was
held ...
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