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Kobo saw there the face , so well remembered from the day he watched him die , of the father he had lost in his boyhood . He stared at his dead father and his father stared back at him in fear and horror , from the magic jewel in his ...
Kobo saw there the face , so well remembered from the day he watched him die , of the father he had lost in his boyhood . He stared at his dead father and his father stared back at him in fear and horror , from the magic jewel in his ...
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he repeated ; and he watched her pace down the walk and back again ; marching upright , her hands in her ermine muff , her fine pelisse showing a gay sheen to the winter's sun , her large Leghorn hat shading such a face as fortunately ...
he repeated ; and he watched her pace down the walk and back again ; marching upright , her hands in her ermine muff , her fine pelisse showing a gay sheen to the winter's sun , her large Leghorn hat shading such a face as fortunately ...
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She returned to the yard and sat in the shade of the barn and watched the orchard until the sun had set . Occasionally the wreckage of the plane crackled ominously as it cooled , but she neither heard nor saw a soul .
She returned to the yard and sat in the shade of the barn and watched the orchard until the sun had set . Occasionally the wreckage of the plane crackled ominously as it cooled , but she neither heard nor saw a soul .
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