Blackwood's Magazine, Zväzok 288W. Blackwood, 1960 |
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... turned right on the airport road . Away in the distance I could see the towering craggy peaks still covered with snow tumbling down to their rounded foothills . The sun , high in the afternoon sky , sparkled on the shining bark of small ...
... turned right on the airport road . Away in the distance I could see the towering craggy peaks still covered with snow tumbling down to their rounded foothills . The sun , high in the afternoon sky , sparkled on the shining bark of small ...
Strana 250
... turned to music . He had a Shakespearian belief in the harmony of all things and , writing on that theme , he forgot ... Turning to glance at the candidate himself , Ralph was in time to see him give a slight nod towards the schoolmaster ...
... turned to music . He had a Shakespearian belief in the harmony of all things and , writing on that theme , he forgot ... Turning to glance at the candidate himself , Ralph was in time to see him give a slight nod towards the schoolmaster ...
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... turned round to the men , stuck up my thumb and yelled something profane or asinine , like , " Here we go ! " and there had always been a few acknowledging smiles . So I turned to Brodie and shouted , " This is it , I guess ! " " You ...
... turned round to the men , stuck up my thumb and yelled something profane or asinine , like , " Here we go ! " and there had always been a few acknowledging smiles . So I turned to Brodie and shouted , " This is it , I guess ! " " You ...
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AN INNOCENT IN THE AIR BY ROBERT HUNTER | 96 |
THE BOW RIVER BY R M PATTERSON | 194 |
ATAHUAS HATS BY PAMELA ERIKSSON | 288 |
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