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If he struck a full blow with his weapon he would most likely kill one , but the other would certainly kill him ; he saw this , and intelligent as well as powerful , he thrust the handle fiercely in Denys's face , and , turning , jabbed ...
If he struck a full blow with his weapon he would most likely kill one , but the other would certainly kill him ; he saw this , and intelligent as well as powerful , he thrust the handle fiercely in Denys's face , and , turning , jabbed ...
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and turned , wild - eyed , to gaze on vacancy , for he could not yet discern form and colour and love and outstretched arms in the odour of mig . nonette . Oh , God ! whence that odour , and since when have odours had a voice to call ?
and turned , wild - eyed , to gaze on vacancy , for he could not yet discern form and colour and love and outstretched arms in the odour of mig . nonette . Oh , God ! whence that odour , and since when have odours had a voice to call ?
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... turned into a wretched drummer - boy , with his hair sticking on end with powder and pomatum , a long cue at his back , and tricked out in the loathsome finery of the profession of blood . Such were the notes our once - lov'd sung .
... turned into a wretched drummer - boy , with his hair sticking on end with powder and pomatum , a long cue at his back , and tricked out in the loathsome finery of the profession of blood . Such were the notes our once - lov'd sung .
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W H HUDSON | 17 |
GEORGE SANTAYANA | 29 |
THORNTON Wilder | 45 |
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