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Dick told them that he had met her once at the tennis club with four or five other fellows around her and that she had laughed and winked very boldly all the time . Georgie said that he once heard a fellow in school say , ' She goes ...
Dick told them that he had met her once at the tennis club with four or five other fellows around her and that she had laughed and winked very boldly all the time . Georgie said that he once heard a fellow in school say , ' She goes ...
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At once , the war broke out again , intensified now by the fact that , as my mother saw it , a bloody villain of a land - grabber , and a black Protestant to boot , was trying to throw a lonely , helpless , ailing , defenceless ...
At once , the war broke out again , intensified now by the fact that , as my mother saw it , a bloody villain of a land - grabber , and a black Protestant to boot , was trying to throw a lonely , helpless , ailing , defenceless ...
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Looking at him then I was often reminded of the marvellous thing Keats once said about the greatest quality any human being can possess - the power to live in wonder and uncertainty , and mystery and doubt without ever reaching out ...
Looking at him then I was often reminded of the marvellous thing Keats once said about the greatest quality any human being can possess - the power to live in wonder and uncertainty , and mystery and doubt without ever reaching out ...
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