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Nika threw back her head and laughed with such fierce gaiety that Jory dropped his arms and stood , hypnotised by such a passionless acceptance . At that moment the rusty jangling of the door bell cut through some inspired New Orleans ...
Nika threw back her head and laughed with such fierce gaiety that Jory dropped his arms and stood , hypnotised by such a passionless acceptance . At that moment the rusty jangling of the door bell cut through some inspired New Orleans ...
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He stood very still after that , just as I had known he would stand . Then slowly , he began to undo the buckle of his belt and pull off his shirt . “ Don't be a fool , ” said Chris hurriedly , “ you can't do it .
He stood very still after that , just as I had known he would stand . Then slowly , he began to undo the buckle of his belt and pull off his shirt . “ Don't be a fool , ” said Chris hurriedly , “ you can't do it .
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I stood watching them come across the water , unable to run , filled with something that was fear and an excited exultation at the same time . They stopped in front of me , standing with their feet in the clear running water , holding ...
I stood watching them come across the water , unable to run , filled with something that was fear and an excited exultation at the same time . They stopped in front of me , standing with their feet in the clear running water , holding ...
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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