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If he doesn't soon let me alone he'll be the death of me . ' And the whole tragedy was made more poignant by the consequent shattering of her belief in Lawrence's fundamental integrity , both as an artist and a man .
If he doesn't soon let me alone he'll be the death of me . ' And the whole tragedy was made more poignant by the consequent shattering of her belief in Lawrence's fundamental integrity , both as an artist and a man .
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a The dead are not considered a benign influence , but rather a constant threat and warning of pain and death to come . Kobo would have presumed that his late father had come back to punish him for meddling with foreign magic .
a The dead are not considered a benign influence , but rather a constant threat and warning of pain and death to come . Kobo would have presumed that his late father had come back to punish him for meddling with foreign magic .
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3 One death's true death and that is , —not to care . We do not die of feeling , even the extreme Great arc of tension we had learned to bear ; I woke once out of a disturbing dream : I could not reach you . You were lost and cold .
3 One death's true death and that is , —not to care . We do not die of feeling , even the extreme Great arc of tension we had learned to bear ; I woke once out of a disturbing dream : I could not reach you . You were lost and cold .
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Need a Friend By Elizabeth Berridge | 281 |
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