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Of a sudden overwhelmed with horror I fled spinning down the village street in the hot sun , nor stopped until the welcoming doorway of my home . Still I have not forgotten the sudden fascination , the 10.
Of a sudden overwhelmed with horror I fled spinning down the village street in the hot sun , nor stopped until the welcoming doorway of my home . Still I have not forgotten the sudden fascination , the 10.
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Still I have not forgotten the sudden fascination , the nearness , the unexpectedness ; And I wonder if perchance I ... the stealthily moving pattern of the carpet : The horror of it if he were , as in my childhood , suddenly there !
Still I have not forgotten the sudden fascination , the nearness , the unexpectedness ; And I wonder if perchance I ... the stealthily moving pattern of the carpet : The horror of it if he were , as in my childhood , suddenly there !
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The cool and golden head that held all clear Shattered by an irrelevant lunatic shot ; The voice that spoke hope to a discordant world Suddenly stilled , in the twinkling of an eye , In the evil glint from an upper window ; The courage ...
The cool and golden head that held all clear Shattered by an irrelevant lunatic shot ; The voice that spoke hope to a discordant world Suddenly stilled , in the twinkling of an eye , In the evil glint from an upper window ; The courage ...
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The Shadows on the Glass | 7 |
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