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T Her hair was bright as the beaten gold , Her lips as coral red , Her roving eyes
were blue and bold , And her heart with pride was fed . For she was proud of her
father's ships As she watched them gaily pass , And pride looked out of her eyes
...
T Her hair was bright as the beaten gold , Her lips as coral red , Her roving eyes
were blue and bold , And her heart with pride was fed . For she was proud of her
father's ships As she watched them gaily pass , And pride looked out of her eyes
...
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ing skilfully twisted papers up long The man , shielding his eyes from a flights of
wooden steps , or a rumbling warm sun , walked toward the curb . bakery wagon
bumping along the stone¡° Ah , you've had a smash - up ! ¡± he said . paved ...
ing skilfully twisted papers up long The man , shielding his eyes from a flights of
wooden steps , or a rumbling warm sun , walked toward the curb . bakery wagon
bumping along the stone¡° Ah , you've had a smash - up ! ¡± he said . paved ...
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The eyes white face was reflected in the mirror that met his gaze were eyes of
con above the mantel . ¡° It's a policeman , fidence in him . His wife , the children
he whispered ; " he wants to see dad . ¡± by what magic had he contrived to Peter
...
The eyes white face was reflected in the mirror that met his gaze were eyes of
con above the mantel . ¡° It's a policeman , fidence in him . His wife , the children
he whispered ; " he wants to see dad . ¡± by what magic had he contrived to Peter
...
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We must both have been very tired , for I drew off to a little distance , my heart
Twining did not speak at all and I found near to breaking my eyes drowsily
closing to match that ¡° Father means to take me away on blessed an©¡sthesia of
the spirit .
We must both have been very tired , for I drew off to a little distance , my heart
Twining did not speak at all and I found near to breaking my eyes drowsily
closing to match that ¡° Father means to take me away on blessed an©¡sthesia of
the spirit .
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She closed her eyes to his touch , It wouldn't be fair . " bending forward in
complete docility , ¡° Then you must come with me . " I When he took his hand
knew only that this poignancy must not her eyes and smiled up at him as she had
be ...
She closed her eyes to his touch , It wouldn't be fair . " bending forward in
complete docility , ¡° Then you must come with me . " I When he took his hand
knew only that this poignancy must not her eyes and smiled up at him as she had
be ...
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