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“ The sun was so bright , the people looked so merry , I felt such a love for them all . I even felt reconciled to the brass band . There it was playing , why not walk in step with it sweetly and gladly , instead of paralysing my legs ...
“ The sun was so bright , the people looked so merry , I felt such a love for them all . I even felt reconciled to the brass band . There it was playing , why not walk in step with it sweetly and gladly , instead of paralysing my legs ...
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The Limited Share BY MARY LOMER ALI T first I felt as if I had been driving through a red sandstorm for days , so that whenever I swallowed , or rubbed my hands through my hair , or even yawned , I could feel the grit of the dust ...
The Limited Share BY MARY LOMER ALI T first I felt as if I had been driving through a red sandstorm for days , so that whenever I swallowed , or rubbed my hands through my hair , or even yawned , I could feel the grit of the dust ...
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When he felt the heavy vibration under his pen as he covered sheet after sheet with writing , made even stronger and more energetic by the movement , he felt that such phrases : ' ... the professor goes straight for his objective ...
When he felt the heavy vibration under his pen as he covered sheet after sheet with writing , made even stronger and more energetic by the movement , he felt that such phrases : ' ... the professor goes straight for his objective ...
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