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doc#135 | tossed the lantern with its open wick beneath | the | wagon. He turned and raced across the parade |
doc#135 | parade ground and through the rear gate in | the | wake of the departing horses. All were |
doc#144 | hair and catapulted him head first into | the | wall. </p><p> The building shook, setting |
doc#112 | for orphans, and the third for relief for | the | war refugees. One does not have to look |
doc#121 | soils and fabrics normally encountered in | the | washing process, it is little wonder that |
doc#104 | discriminating awareness. </p><p> I should like, by | the | way, to make it clear that I am not using |
doc#109 | school of painting, surrealism, had suggested | the | way of dealing with the dream experience |
doc#140 | porch of the Culver house, Pamela turned | the | wheel, guiding the car to its familiar |
doc#115 | object of their lives is now fulfilled, says | the | wife, her husband has achieved immortality |
doc#134 | manes streamed like stiff black pennants in | the | wind. </p><p> The mare began to tire and |