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Molly and Abby sat reminiscing before the drawing room fire . By nine o'clock he was deep in gloom . ' Where are those papers , Molly ? ' he finally asked , glad of any excuse to get away by himself for the rest of the night .
Molly and Abby sat reminiscing before the drawing room fire . By nine o'clock he was deep in gloom . ' Where are those papers , Molly ? ' he finally asked , glad of any excuse to get away by himself for the rest of the night .
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The fire had melted into grey ash . With the box of firelighters beside the turf - basket , a bundle of Failey's discarded papers and fresh turf he made a blazing fire , and stripped to his skin ; he hung the shirt by its sleeves from ...
The fire had melted into grey ash . With the box of firelighters beside the turf - basket , a bundle of Failey's discarded papers and fresh turf he made a blazing fire , and stripped to his skin ; he hung the shirt by its sleeves from ...
Pagina 113
Otherwise , she tended to take possession of me , ignoring Jack - I do not believe he had read a dozen books in his whole life lounging on the other side of the fire , puffing his pipe , staring glumly into the fire .
Otherwise , she tended to take possession of me , ignoring Jack - I do not believe he had read a dozen books in his whole life lounging on the other side of the fire , puffing his pipe , staring glumly into the fire .
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