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The first day I met you I knew it . ' ' Why didn't you say so then ? ' ' Would it have made any difference ? He jumped up , walked away from her , whirled and cried , ' I don't know ! I was younger then ! ' She rose and went over so ...
The first day I met you I knew it . ' ' Why didn't you say so then ? ' ' Would it have made any difference ? He jumped up , walked away from her , whirled and cried , ' I don't know ! I was younger then ! ' She rose and went over so ...
Pagina 108
That day I first met you I knew that here was somebody at last that I could talk to . Maybe that I could help . That I'd be a better priest if I could ... ' ' Tom ! It's long ago that I told you that you knew all about theology and all ...
That day I first met you I knew that here was somebody at last that I could talk to . Maybe that I could help . That I'd be a better priest if I could ... ' ' Tom ! It's long ago that I told you that you knew all about theology and all ...
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He knew all this . And he knew that if he was caught they couldn't do anything to him . The captain of the school ? Leaving in a few days ? It was very unmanly of him to put you to such a risk . His character begins to emerge , and not ...
He knew all this . And he knew that if he was caught they couldn't do anything to him . The captain of the school ? Leaving in a few days ? It was very unmanly of him to put you to such a risk . His character begins to emerge , and not ...
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