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Page 34
I looked out . An apple orchard , dappled with sun , spread over the slope of the
hill . I walked in warily . A faint but melodious peal came from the belfry . A young
Polish peasant woman was sitting under an old apple tree suckling her baby .
I looked out . An apple orchard , dappled with sun , spread over the slope of the
hill . I walked in warily . A faint but melodious peal came from the belfry . A young
Polish peasant woman was sitting under an old apple tree suckling her baby .
Page 105
Stanishevsky got to his feet , straightened his belt , cleared his throat , looked at
the ceiling and out of the window and finally confessed : ' I ' ve forgotten it , Father
. ' " You have , have you . Sit down . Who knows the Magnificat ? Well ?
Stanishevsky got to his feet , straightened his belt , cleared his throat , looked at
the ceiling and out of the window and finally confessed : ' I ' ve forgotten it , Father
. ' " You have , have you . Sit down . Who knows the Magnificat ? Well ?
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Nevermore ' croaked the raven , and the man — the unimpressive little man who
was the great , rejected poet Edgar Allan Poe — shrank with loneliness in his
worn armchair and looked into the cold future with the eyes of a sick child .
Nevermore ' croaked the raven , and the man — the unimpressive little man who
was the great , rejected poet Edgar Allan Poe — shrank with loneliness in his
worn armchair and looked into the cold future with the eyes of a sick child .
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