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But there was little choice for him , and in the end he was simply glad that , by staring beyond the front wheel , he could keep his eyes off his knees which appeared more grotesque the longer he looked at them .
But there was little choice for him , and in the end he was simply glad that , by staring beyond the front wheel , he could keep his eyes off his knees which appeared more grotesque the longer he looked at them .
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Anyhow he now took the flower - box and for the first time looked at what was inside . The big blue ribbon still barred broadly across the transparency : it only looked as if there was a jumble of old clothes inside . He looked back at ...
Anyhow he now took the flower - box and for the first time looked at what was inside . The big blue ribbon still barred broadly across the transparency : it only looked as if there was a jumble of old clothes inside . He looked back at ...
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What he saw were wool bedroom slippers and what looked like pinkish wool socks and the bottom of a dressing - gown ; but the socks were too long , they were stockings , they would go up higher beneath the dressing - gown — abruptly the ...
What he saw were wool bedroom slippers and what looked like pinkish wool socks and the bottom of a dressing - gown ; but the socks were too long , they were stockings , they would go up higher beneath the dressing - gown — abruptly the ...
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