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Tlooth
Mannish Madame Nevtaya slowly cried "Fur bowls!" and the Fideist batter, alert to the sense behind the sound of her words, jogged toward first base.
The Godfather
Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court No. 3 and waited for justice; vengeance on the men who had so cruelly hurt his daughter, who had tried to dishonor her.
Waiting for the Mahatma
His mother who died delivering him, and his father who was killed in Mesopotamia, might have been figures in a legend as far as Sriram was concerned.
Notes from a small island
My first sight of England was on a foggy March night in 1973 when I arrived on the midnight ferry from Calais.
Centennial
Only another writer, someone who had worked his heart out on a good book which sold three thousand copies, could appreciate the thrill that overcame me one April morning in 1973 when Dean Rivers of our small college in Georgia appeared at my classroom door.
The Last Chronicle of Barset
'I can never bring myself to believe it, John,' said Mary Walker, the pretty daughter of Mr George Walker, attorney of Silverbridge.
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