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In an upstairs window an old man , slowly and dexterously shaving one side of his face before a small square mirror balanced on top of the window sash , suspended his razor to watch them gallop through the rain , halt before the white ...
In an upstairs window an old man , slowly and dexterously shaving one side of his face before a small square mirror balanced on top of the window sash , suspended his razor to watch them gallop through the rain , halt before the white ...
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She looked from his eyes to his feet , and from his feet up to his eyes , and with one fast swing of her fist she crashed him across the face . Her engagement ring drew a red line in blood across his jaw .
She looked from his eyes to his feet , and from his feet up to his eyes , and with one fast swing of her fist she crashed him across the face . Her engagement ring drew a red line in blood across his jaw .
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If one of these chaps lost his wife he would see with a heart - breaking clarity a face he might not have noticed for forty years . I suppose nothing but experience makes a student realize that nobody can paint anything until he feels ...
If one of these chaps lost his wife he would see with a heart - breaking clarity a face he might not have noticed for forty years . I suppose nothing but experience makes a student realize that nobody can paint anything until he feels ...
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