Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 310William Blackwood, 1971 - England |
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I did as I was told and slowly held out my hand to stroke his nose , but he threw up his head and broke the bridle with which Ernie had tied him to the fence . I felt it was my fault , but Ernie laughed and knotted the pieces together .
I did as I was told and slowly held out my hand to stroke his nose , but he threw up his head and broke the bridle with which Ernie had tied him to the fence . I felt it was my fault , but Ernie laughed and knotted the pieces together .
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slashed ; then with my left hand I away in long rows into the darkness . felt for the pistols in my sash , only I ran to the nearest fire , where a to realise that they were no longer dead powder monkey lay , still clutchprimed .
slashed ; then with my left hand I away in long rows into the darkness . felt for the pistols in my sash , only I ran to the nearest fire , where a to realise that they were no longer dead powder monkey lay , still clutchprimed .
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cried the Captain , with her own appraisement of them . making another grab for my hand . Tom Hogan could of course “ Tom , throw in the black dog you quite understand that I would not had off Major Byrne when he had his wish to part ...
cried the Captain , with her own appraisement of them . making another grab for my hand . Tom Hogan could of course “ Tom , throw in the black dog you quite understand that I would not had off Major Byrne when he had his wish to part ...
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A SONG FOR MUSIC BY MAURICE LINDSAY | 192 |
A WINDOW ON COVENT GARDEN BY MERVYN HORDER | 289 |
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