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Stradivarius Number 17 mewed and squealed , while the blood climbed into his face . A dwarf in the big corridor , he appeared to be physically attached to the violin , which was dragging him hither and thither in the wake of its music .
Stradivarius Number 17 mewed and squealed , while the blood climbed into his face . A dwarf in the big corridor , he appeared to be physically attached to the violin , which was dragging him hither and thither in the wake of its music .
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“ I was head of the Gymnasium bomb group , ” he said . “ Youths . ” I frowned slightly , and now he too started to frown . His face was docile and transparently honest . But I sensed he was afraid that I did not believe him .
“ I was head of the Gymnasium bomb group , ” he said . “ Youths . ” I frowned slightly , and now he too started to frown . His face was docile and transparently honest . But I sensed he was afraid that I did not believe him .
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His father's face , smiling , said to him , “ You don't trust me , do you , you don't think I know what I'm doing ; well , watch me and I'll convince you . ” It was the thumbs - up , confident promise of the man in the space rocket ...
His father's face , smiling , said to him , “ You don't trust me , do you , you don't think I know what I'm doing ; well , watch me and I'll convince you . ” It was the thumbs - up , confident promise of the man in the space rocket ...
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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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