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... afraid , " she whispered , exciting him always with her voice , her eyes and her graceful hands . " You are afraid of the dark . I am evil , Gaspar , I am a witch . Aren't you afraid of me ? " " Yes " But he was lost . She lay down ...
... afraid , " she whispered , exciting him always with her voice , her eyes and her graceful hands . " You are afraid of the dark . I am evil , Gaspar , I am a witch . Aren't you afraid of me ? " " Yes " But he was lost . She lay down ...
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... afraid . Of what ? You never used to be afraid . " " I ain't afraid now , " Curly said , trying to sound convincing . Suddenly Stuart leaned forward with a slight smile on his face . " I'll tell you what , Curly . I'll give you half of ...
... afraid . Of what ? You never used to be afraid . " " I ain't afraid now , " Curly said , trying to sound convincing . Suddenly Stuart leaned forward with a slight smile on his face . " I'll tell you what , Curly . I'll give you half of ...
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... afraid , are ya Curly . No siree . Not Curly . " Curly looked at them quietly . He had been pushing a book match between his thumb and forefinger , and now it was smudged gray . “ I ain't afraid , " he blurted . " I'm going . " " What ...
... afraid , are ya Curly . No siree . Not Curly . " Curly looked at them quietly . He had been pushing a book match between his thumb and forefinger , and now it was smudged gray . “ I ain't afraid , " he blurted . " I'm going . " " What ...
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