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Here , the road was a great track cut through the Nevada hills , which hemmed me in with desert scrub and sage , those flattopped hills with the dust - bowls between them . For the first time I realised what people meant when they ...
Here , the road was a great track cut through the Nevada hills , which hemmed me in with desert scrub and sage , those flattopped hills with the dust - bowls between them . For the first time I realised what people meant when they ...
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The professor laid hold of his machine like a racing - cyclist , and set himself to concentrate on the road before him as he had never done before . But at best he could manage little more than a walking speed , and he scarcely felt the ...
The professor laid hold of his machine like a racing - cyclist , and set himself to concentrate on the road before him as he had never done before . But at best he could manage little more than a walking speed , and he scarcely felt the ...
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After they'd watched the main stream of by - pass traffic for some time , they turned their attention to the secondary road that branched in at this point . And as they did , the curtains parted in the window of the lodge - house only a ...
After they'd watched the main stream of by - pass traffic for some time , they turned their attention to the secondary road that branched in at this point . And as they did , the curtains parted in the window of the lodge - house only a ...
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The Science of Life | 184 |
Need a Friend By Elizabeth Berridge | 281 |
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