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12 de novembre de 2012 |
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Comentaris tancats a Difference of country
Were this world an endless plain, and by sailing eastward we could for ever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King...
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6 de novembre de 2012 |
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Comentaris tancats a In Weybridge headquarters
Byfleet was in a tumult; people packing, and a score of hussars, some of them dismounted, some on horseback, were hunting them about. Three or four black government waggons, with...
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3 de novembre de 2012 |
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Comentaris tancats a The Tin Woodman gave a sigh of satisfaction and lowered his axe
“What can I do for you?” she inquired softly, for she was moved by the sad voice in which the man spoke. Get an oil-can and oil my joints,” he answered. They...
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3 de novembre de 2012 |
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Comentaris tancats a In cavalier attendance upon the school of females, you invariably see a male
The boat was now all but jammed between two vast black bulks, leaving a narrow Dardanelles between their long lengths. But by desperate endeavor we at last shot into a temporary...
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3 de novembre de 2012 |
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Comentaris tancats a He read and re-read the paper, fearing the worst had happened to me.
He read and re-read the paper, fearing the worst had happened to me. He was restless, and after supper prowled out again aimlessly. He returned and tried in vain to divert his...
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2 de novembre de 2012 |
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Comentaris tancats a Gallery Post – I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians’ Heat-Ray now that the college was cleared out of the way. At...
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1 de novembre de 2012 |
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Comentaris tancats a Other poets have warbled praises of soft eye of the antelope
Still, we can hypothesize, even if we cannot prove and establish. My hypothesis is this: that the spout is nothing but mist. And besides other reasons, to this conclusion I am...
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Comentaris tancats a Post with link to elsewhere
But what thinks Lazarus? Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights? Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here? Would he not far rather lay...