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He had never given a thought to fighting again ; he had a wife and two boys he was going home to . He was certain of this , just as he believed in the deathless validity of the Corporal's words : “ As long as the enemy is on the land ...
He had never given a thought to fighting again ; he had a wife and two boys he was going home to . He was certain of this , just as he believed in the deathless validity of the Corporal's words : “ As long as the enemy is on the land ...
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Browning , he said , did not sacrifice thought for music . He was a true reporter of life . Poetry is life , and music is only a part , a background of life . Manuel also possessed many volumes of the works of Hardy , Dickens , Conrad ...
Browning , he said , did not sacrifice thought for music . He was a true reporter of life . Poetry is life , and music is only a part , a background of life . Manuel also possessed many volumes of the works of Hardy , Dickens , Conrad ...
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He recalled their first meeting ; he thought her beautiful . . II On the porch of the University Hall , Nena paused to greet Donato and Primo . Fidel was present and it was inevitable that he and Nena met .
He recalled their first meeting ; he thought her beautiful . . II On the porch of the University Hall , Nena paused to greet Donato and Primo . Fidel was present and it was inevitable that he and Nena met .
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