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arm more tightly, as much to quell her own fears as give support to Adele. When they finally reached the hall, Adele looked around swiftly and then she also shivered and drew her robe about her. It seemed
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against his cheek he knew she was all right.
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enjoyed both places. But it's nice
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kitchen, where he buried it deep within the
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a photojournalist. Eventually she had come to understand
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I didn't think he would, but I do believe I was right to ask for his discretion.' 'Thank you, Lady Daphne,' Wilson
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Vedi quest'uomo seduto qui? Una volta era un bambino, un bambino che era stato mandato via, allontanato dal padre che amava, dalla famiglia che amava, dalla casa in cui era nato e che amava. Era stato mandato via dal Paese che amava, spedito senza alcun riguardo in un Paese che non conosceva, a costruirsi la vita fra estranei. Gettato via come spazzatura. Pensi che questo uomo, che una volta era un bambino, costringerebbe la donna che ama p..
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Honor women: They wreathe and weave Heavenly roses into earthly life. --Johann von Schiller
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glanced around as she hurried across the deserted
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fraction of a second, before asking,
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Blane Montague at the latter's country manor, Fountains
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why would it? He had won, and
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the church; nor had he
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I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing, therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to my fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again. --Proverbial saying
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How could I forget? I'm her godmother.' Sasha knew Claire so well, knew she needed a moment now, some space to think, so she didn't press. But she was far from finished with the problem. 'Have you spoken with our little musical genius yet?' she asked.
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tries, and tries very hard, but she doesn't know what it's like to be the sole survivor, the only one left of one's contemporaries. They've all gone now. They're all dead and buried. My dearest friends, my loved ones. Even my enemies are no longer around to get my goat and spark the will in me to fight.
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most disturbing part of the meeting had been Sarah's blatant dislike
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decide
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supervise the gardener who had taken over from him. She was very fond of Harry,
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meant well, and they had all been very good to her. Mrs Thornton was forever telling her to consider The Meadow her home, and she had even turned the little box room at the end of the second-floor landing into a bedroom for her. Mrs Thornton had insisted she keep a few clothes there, and when she had visited Gwen in November she had left behind
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Linnet's girlfriends might strike my fancy." Evan and Gideon laughed, and Evan"
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touching
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Killed so tragically in a plane crash, in a plane he was flying himself; David Amory, her grandfather, who was aboard that plane,
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as isolated and alone as if I'd been abandoned on the Patagonian ice cap and left to fend for myself.
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La semaine derniere, nous avons pris une decision. Nous allions sortir pour deblayer les briques. Des femmes de notre quartier y travaillaient quotidiennement. Les Trummerfrauen. Elles nettoyaient les briques de toute trace de ciment. Elles empilaient dans des brouettes. Les emportaient dans un depot. On utiliserait les briques pour recronstruire Berlin. Une tache utile, mais epuisante.
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