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You have been in Afghanistan, I perceive.
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Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its colour are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.
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Sherlock Holmes had opened his mouth to reply, when the door flew open, and Peterson, the commissionaire, rushed into the apartment with flushed cheeks and the face of a man who is dazed with astonishment. "The goose, Mr. Holmes! The goose, sir!" he gasped. "Eh? What of it, then? Has it returned to life and flapped off through the kitchen window?" Holmes twisted himself round upon the sofa to get a fairer view of the man's excited face."
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for in days when books were few and readers scarce, a long memory and a ready tongue were of the more value;
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Every fairy-tale needs a good old-fashioned villain'
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As they formed into ranks, each man dropping silently into his place, Sir Nigel ran a questioning eye over them, and a smile of pleasure played over his face. Tall and sinewy, and brown, clear-eyed, hard-featured, with the stern and prompt bearing of experienced soldiers, it would be hard indeed for a leader to seek for a choicer following. Here and there in the ranks were old soldiers of the French wars, grizzled and lean, with fierce, puc..
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Leaning back in the cab, this amateur bloodhound carolled away like a lark while I mediated upon the many-sidedness of the human mind.
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Evil indeed is the man without one woman to mourn him.
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Holmes smiled, and clapped Lestrade upon the shoulder. "Instead of being ruined, my good sir, you will find that"
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It's every man's business to see justice done.
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Como a las polillas, a todos nos gusta revolotear en torno a la luz.
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populus me sibilat at mihi plaudo ipse domi simul ac nummos contemplar in arca
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We all have neglected opportunities to deplore.
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Ahora que me ha puesto usted al corriente, hare lo posible por olvidarlo
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Women have seldom have been an attraction to me, for my brain has always governed my heart.
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El mundo esta lleno de cosas obvias, que nadie por casualidad alguna vez observa.
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when you have excluded the impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.--Sherlock Holmes
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There are strange red depths in the soul of the most commonplace man. I am tenderhearted by nature, and have found my eyes moist many a time over the scream of a wounded hare. Yet the blood lust was on me now. I found myself on my feet emptying one magazine, then the other, clicking open the breech to re-load, snapping it to again, while cheering and yelling with pure ferocity and joy of slaughter as I did so.
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Insan ne tuhaf bir yaratiktir. Cinayetle hasir nesir, kim bilir kac kez bir ailenin babasinin, gozu yasli esi ya da caresiz cocuklari icin hicbir pismanlik yahut acima duygusu hissetmeden, hicbir kisisel dusmanliklarinin olmadigi bir adamin canini almis bu adamlarin, muzigin tatli ve dokunakli nagmelerine kulak verince adeta gozleri yasariyordu.
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the sweat from his dripping brow. But these slaves--look at them! Some are captured Romans, some Sicilians, many black Libyans, but all are in the last exhaustion, their weary eyelids drooped over their eyes, their lips thick with black crusts, and pink with bloody froth, their arms and backs moving mechanically to the hoarse chant of the overseer. Their bodies of all tints from ivory to jet, are stripped to the waist, and every glistening ..
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