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Yet there on the doorpost , at the end of the stream of moonlight , were the tips of the fingers of a hand . The nails glistened . Presently they began to crawl , and crawl , down toward the bolt , but with infinite slowness and caution ...
Yet there on the doorpost , at the end of the stream of moonlight , were the tips of the fingers of a hand . The nails glistened . Presently they began to crawl , and crawl , down toward the bolt , but with infinite slowness and caution ...
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And with that he threw a flaming dart at his breast , but Christian had a shield in his hand , with which he caught it , and so prevented the danger of that . Then did Christian draw , for he saw ' twas time to bestir him ; and Apollyon ...
And with that he threw a flaming dart at his breast , but Christian had a shield in his hand , with which he caught it , and so prevented the danger of that . Then did Christian draw , for he saw ' twas time to bestir him ; and Apollyon ...
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Now it happened that the poet , though he dwelt so far away , had not only heard of Ernest , but had meditated much upon his character , until he deemed nothing so desirable as to meet this man , whose untaught wisdom walked hand in ...
Now it happened that the poet , though he dwelt so far away , had not only heard of Ernest , but had meditated much upon his character , until he deemed nothing so desirable as to meet this man , whose untaught wisdom walked hand in ...
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W H HUDSON | 17 |
GEORGE SANTAYANA | 29 |
THORNTON Wilder | 45 |
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