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"You can see it for Yourselves," he kept repeating |
112 |
It was this Grim Hush, and the Tall Clouds of Smoke which rose here and there over the Country-side from Smouldering Buildings, which cast a Chill into our Hearts |
129 |
A Ship was blazing brightly alongside one of the Wharves near the Bridge, and the Air was full of Drifting Smuts and of a Heavy Acrid Smell of Burning |
144 |
On a Broad Lamp Pedestal, in the Centre of the Roadway, a Burly Policeman was standing, leaning his Back against the Post in so Natural an Attitude that it was hard to realize that he was not alive |
161 |
The Young Man . . . leaning out of the Window in Some Excitement and shouting a Direction |
176 |
There were the Golfers. Was it possible that they were going on with their Game? . . . The Reapers were slowly trooping back to their
Work |
184 |
Mrs. Challenger . . . threw herself into the Bear-hug of her Husband |
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