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The woman in red took up the knitting again . Now , what exactly are you referring to ? ” she asked , holding it up formidably high till it quivered like a banner between them and the light . Through the close , scarlet meshes Miss Reed ...
The woman in red took up the knitting again . Now , what exactly are you referring to ? ” she asked , holding it up formidably high till it quivered like a banner between them and the light . Through the close , scarlet meshes Miss Reed ...
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Only like this could she ever show herself as a woman with weight and bulk enough to be a serious impediment in their way , an interruption to the most intimate talk . Instead , Miss Reed found that her surroundings were swiftly ...
Only like this could she ever show herself as a woman with weight and bulk enough to be a serious impediment in their way , an interruption to the most intimate talk . Instead , Miss Reed found that her surroundings were swiftly ...
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The man was complaining that the woman opposite had trodden on his foot . Then keep your big feet out of the way , ” she answered . It was easy enough to tell who was speaking by the sound of their voices .
The man was complaining that the woman opposite had trodden on his foot . Then keep your big feet out of the way , ” she answered . It was easy enough to tell who was speaking by the sound of their voices .
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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