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They steer with their tail feathers , " Peter said . “ And they seem to glide uphill too ! Don't you wish we could be seagulls , just for an hour ? " “ Thermals , ” he explained . “ They make use of air currents .
They steer with their tail feathers , " Peter said . “ And they seem to glide uphill too ! Don't you wish we could be seagulls , just for an hour ? " “ Thermals , ” he explained . “ They make use of air currents .
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“ Ye - es , ” said Peter , feeling , as he had often felt during the last fortnight , that he was being stampeded into agreement . Philip had got everything so pat . As an art historian he was no doubt only doing his job in sorting out ...
“ Ye - es , ” said Peter , feeling , as he had often felt during the last fortnight , that he was being stampeded into agreement . Philip had got everything so pat . As an art historian he was no doubt only doing his job in sorting out ...
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Peter hesitated . “ Often ? " he ventured . With a crescendo of screeching the rooks sustained their loud arguments , only to collapse in babbling ecstasies . Yes , ” said Father Tyrrell slowly , even often . ” Thank you , Peter nearly ...
Peter hesitated . “ Often ? " he ventured . With a crescendo of screeching the rooks sustained their loud arguments , only to collapse in babbling ecstasies . Yes , ” said Father Tyrrell slowly , even often . ” Thank you , Peter nearly ...
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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