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Pagina 60
A long tree - lined avenue , with , on one side , a few scattered houses and high enclosing walls ; on the other side the small canal whose deep dyke had given it its name . Secluded , no traffic allowed inside the gates , complete ...
A long tree - lined avenue , with , on one side , a few scattered houses and high enclosing walls ; on the other side the small canal whose deep dyke had given it its name . Secluded , no traffic allowed inside the gates , complete ...
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When he was gone Georgie pulled out his pocketbook , handed a brand - new pound note to Dick , and grabbed the dirty jumble of cash . Dick at once said , ' Quick march ! Two by two ! ' and strode off ahead of the others , side by side ...
When he was gone Georgie pulled out his pocketbook , handed a brand - new pound note to Dick , and grabbed the dirty jumble of cash . Dick at once said , ' Quick march ! Two by two ! ' and strode off ahead of the others , side by side ...
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As he walks through the side avenues between the sea and the Main Street , past rows of squat bungalows , every garden drooping , past grenadiers of red brick , lace curtained , past ancient cement - faced cottages with sagging roofs ...
As he walks through the side avenues between the sea and the Main Street , past rows of squat bungalows , every garden drooping , past grenadiers of red brick , lace curtained , past ancient cement - faced cottages with sagging roofs ...
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