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He sees the aforementioned man in the unbuttoned waistcoat standing close by the gate of the timber-yard, holding his right hand in the air and displaying a bleeding finger to the crowd. On his half-drunken face there is plainly written: "I'll pay you...
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The wondering look deepened in Belgian's eyes as he followed his aunt; he belonged to a generation that is supposed to be over-fond of the role of mere spectator, but looking at napkins that one did not mean to buy was a pleasure beyond his comprehension....
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Many times I walked through that valley, and longer and longer would I pause in the spectral half-light where the giant trees squirmed and twisted grotesquely, and the grey ground stretched damply from trunk to trunk, some times disclosing the mound-stained...
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The way that Henry Armstrong was covered didn't appear to him to demonstrate that he was dead: he had consistently been a hard man to persuade. That he truly was covered, the declaration of his faculties constrained him to concede. His stance - level...
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"They positively are decent individuals," I consented to my significant other's perception, utilizing the conversational expression with an awareness that it was definitely not "pleasant" English, "and I'll wager that their three kids are preferable raised...
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As a subject fitting to the season, I need to educate you concerning a New Year's morning meal which I had when I was a young lady. What do you think it was? A cut of dry bread and an apple. This is the means by which it occurred, and it is a genuine...
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She was one of those pretty and charming girls born, like destiny had screwed up over her, into a group of craftsmans. She had no marriage divide, no desires, no methods for getting known, comprehended, adored, and married by a man of riches and qualification;...
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It was Christmas Eve. Marya had for quite some time been wheezing on the oven; all the paraffin in the little light had worn out, yet Fyodor Nilov still sat at work. He would some time in the past have flung aside his work and gone out into the road,...
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One bright fall evening a youngster wandered away from its discourteous home in a little field and entered a backwoods imperceptibly. It was cheerful from another perspective of opportunity from control, glad in the chance of investigation and experience;...
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The vehicles came scudding in towards Dublin, running uniformly like pellets ready of the Naas Road. At the peak of the slope at Inchicore tourists had assembled in bunches to watch the vehicles careering toward home and through this channel of destitution...
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