He rose to greet us, setting aside an open letter which he had held in his hand.
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She had been decorated by the french government, and was one of the most prominent personalities of the day.
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The poorer you are the more christmas does for you.
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He held up a little book he was holding.
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I was in a glow of excitement the following evening.
Is it coincidence that she catches up with him just where a narrow alleyway opens, dividing two gardens.
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It is all a devilish campaign lie.
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Easily and skilfully he injected, subcutaneously, the contents of the syringe into the muscles of the region over the heart.
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He flung out his last question as though it was of absolutely no importance, but i knew better.
