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... Robin felt his hands empty , felt conspicuously light . The hill was an ancient hill ; an iron age fort , a promontory looking out over four counties , with a lookout point on top and arrows pointing east , west , north and south .
... Robin felt his hands empty , felt conspicuously light . The hill was an ancient hill ; an iron age fort , a promontory looking out over four counties , with a lookout point on top and arrows pointing east , west , north and south .
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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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Disraeli was one who , like his own Ixion , felt : ' He who laughs at Destiny will gain Fortune.'19 And Wellington , it appears , was on Disraeli's agenda to help him laugh at Destiny . He had already been successful , he had reported ...
Disraeli was one who , like his own Ixion , felt : ' He who laughs at Destiny will gain Fortune.'19 And Wellington , it appears , was on Disraeli's agenda to help him laugh at Destiny . He had already been successful , he had reported ...
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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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