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Keeping his eyes on the pine - topped hill , the small boy made a sign of his own invention . He pressed his two thumbs into a straight line and above them his fingers formed the apex of a triangle ...
Keeping his eyes on the pine - topped hill , the small boy made a sign of his own invention . He pressed his two thumbs into a straight line and above them his fingers formed the apex of a triangle ...
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So he turned his eyes up to the hill and in a fierce whisper said , “ Turn us all into stones , King Pendragon , and let the yew tree hide the house forever , but please , please if the furniture van comes tomorrow to all away to London ...
So he turned his eyes up to the hill and in a fierce whisper said , “ Turn us all into stones , King Pendragon , and let the yew tree hide the house forever , but please , please if the furniture van comes tomorrow to all away to London ...
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Then I put on my ski trousers and my only I warm sweater and a loden jacket made in the peasant fashion , and with my rucksack on my back set out down the hill looking like any of the mountain farmers ' daughters off to visit relations ...
Then I put on my ski trousers and my only I warm sweater and a loden jacket made in the peasant fashion , and with my rucksack on my back set out down the hill looking like any of the mountain farmers ' daughters off to visit relations ...
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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