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I left my colleague with his eyes glued to the binoculars and drove to the Zoo . Gerta appeared at four minutes after eleven , and I rushed her to Green House . She gave me an exact description of what she had done up to the time she ...
I left my colleague with his eyes glued to the binoculars and drove to the Zoo . Gerta appeared at four minutes after eleven , and I rushed her to Green House . She gave me an exact description of what she had done up to the time she ...
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caused his eyes to screw up and his whole face to drip into his collar . “ Not good . No. I am sick . I work too much , too much . And what does it bring me ? " He cast up an imaginary bubble to heaven . “ Nothing .
caused his eyes to screw up and his whole face to drip into his collar . “ Not good . No. I am sick . I work too much , too much . And what does it bring me ? " He cast up an imaginary bubble to heaven . “ Nothing .
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He felt their eyes . So everything was not the same . It had happened , in between . He began to walk back , more slowly than he had ever walked , more heavily ; back up the same path , through the mud , out on to the grass track .
He felt their eyes . So everything was not the same . It had happened , in between . He began to walk back , more slowly than he had ever walked , more heavily ; back up the same path , through the mud , out on to the grass track .
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POEMS translated by Graeme Wilson | 28 |
PRISONER by Elizabeth Jennings | 53 |
JOHN MURRAY 50 ALBEMARLE STREET LONDON WIX | 75 |
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