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doc#147 | low clouds made bombing difficult. There | was | not enough room to make the usual vertical |
doc#147 | the usual vertical bomb run. The accuracy | was | deplorable. One of Greg's bombs hung up |
doc#147 | deplorable. One of Greg's bombs hung up, and he | was | miles from the target before he could get |
doc#147 | the panic of vertigo. He had no idea which | was | up and which was down. He held the controls |
doc#148 | sparring partners, and then one day Uncle | was | slightly indisposed and stayed home; his |
doc#148 | any customers walking in at that hour. I | was | standing beside her, watching the outspread |
doc#148 | always be indisposed". </p><p> "I know. I | was | thinking about that. How will we work it |
doc#148 | don't even remember who wrote it but it | was | one of those 15th or 16th century poets |
doc#148 | made up. If it were not that I knew who it | was | I could have mistaken it for my Aunt so |
doc#148 | cautiously, making sure he did not see me. He | was | looking out on the dark waters of the Lake |