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He began to tell a clever and destructive story about the government and even the men talking with Eugene stopped to listen . I had heard it before , but listening to him tell it I found myself grinning . It was all very personal and ...
He began to tell a clever and destructive story about the government and even the men talking with Eugene stopped to listen . I had heard it before , but listening to him tell it I found myself grinning . It was all very personal and ...
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He began the final draft of Sons and Lovers at Eastwood soon after the termination of his teaching career . The first draft had been written at Croydon after his mother's death at the end of 1910. Jessie said that one of its themes was ...
He began the final draft of Sons and Lovers at Eastwood soon after the termination of his teaching career . The first draft had been written at Croydon after his mother's death at the end of 1910. Jessie said that one of its themes was ...
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This it was which he feared for himself and which now began to haunt him , waking and sleeping ; but especially in those moments after lunch when he was painfully pumping the life from his own heart and lungs into the deflated back ...
This it was which he feared for himself and which now began to haunt him , waking and sleeping ; but especially in those moments after lunch when he was painfully pumping the life from his own heart and lungs into the deflated back ...
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