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What a fine morning this day ? ” Nevertheless he was determined to improve , and each morning was let into my room in company with the breakfast and firewood , and while I was eating , would systematically go through my possessions ...
What a fine morning this day ? ” Nevertheless he was determined to improve , and each morning was let into my room in company with the breakfast and firewood , and while I was eating , would systematically go through my possessions ...
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We'll see you in the morning , before we go . Mr. Williams looked at the sky . Dawn won't be long , missus . I'll be to bed . The missus don't give me no peace till I brought this to you . Terrible excited she was .
We'll see you in the morning , before we go . Mr. Williams looked at the sky . Dawn won't be long , missus . I'll be to bed . The missus don't give me no peace till I brought this to you . Terrible excited she was .
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Mother and Father rode out early one morning to join them , and that was the day I went into the jungle , alone . A travelling missionary had been at the finca and had left his solemn admonitions behind in Lucia's willing hands .
Mother and Father rode out early one morning to join them , and that was the day I went into the jungle , alone . A travelling missionary had been at the finca and had left his solemn admonitions behind in Lucia's willing hands .
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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