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Here in the dim room there is a heavy , round , dark table made from ... All these things are drenched in an aura of cruelty and suffering ; of men waiting in the dark ; of wordless endurance ; and 2 ; of something still not ...
Here in the dim room there is a heavy , round , dark table made from ... All these things are drenched in an aura of cruelty and suffering ; of men waiting in the dark ; of wordless endurance ; and 2 ; of something still not ...
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Because , although he lived on that open corner away from the village , and the village itself turned any eyes it had after dark in the opposite direction , where the buses ran and the nearest small town and station lay - nevertheless ...
Because , although he lived on that open corner away from the village , and the village itself turned any eyes it had after dark in the opposite direction , where the buses ran and the nearest small town and station lay - nevertheless ...
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No one and no thing , but a breath or sigh , Receptacle of light and flooding dark . Now sunlight ripples through me in long waves , Now the night rises , a tremendous tide , And I am drowned or nearly . Then what saves ?
No one and no thing , but a breath or sigh , Receptacle of light and flooding dark . Now sunlight ripples through me in long waves , Now the night rises , a tremendous tide , And I am drowned or nearly . Then what saves ?
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The Science of Life | 184 |
Need a Friend By Elizabeth Berridge | 281 |
Sullivan | 307 |
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