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Mad Dai the postman had told him it was so , although his father said it was only summer lightning or a falling star . He believed nothing his father told him , because no one else gave such uncomfortable answers .
Mad Dai the postman had told him it was so , although his father said it was only summer lightning or a falling star . He believed nothing his father told him , because no one else gave such uncomfortable answers .
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Almost at once , a deep negro voice breathed out : Saddest tale that ever was told On land or sea Was the tale they told When they told the truth on me . " At once the deep pained cry of the saxophone took over and a marvellously ...
Almost at once , a deep negro voice breathed out : Saddest tale that ever was told On land or sea Was the tale they told When they told the truth on me . " At once the deep pained cry of the saxophone took over and a marvellously ...
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and when Mihaly told him it was Dani he became quite friendly and backed his oxen up the side . And as they had got past he called over his shoulder , “ He's a real decent man , your master , that's why I made way .
and when Mihaly told him it was Dani he became quite friendly and backed his oxen up the side . And as they had got past he called over his shoulder , “ He's a real decent man , your master , that's why I made way .
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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