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... listened and felt the blackness of the night give way , slowly , slowly to the roar and roll of the black sea . Waves turning inward towards themselves , heaving and driving and tearing into a great bulk , mali- ciously breaking ...
... listened and felt the blackness of the night give way , slowly , slowly to the roar and roll of the black sea . Waves turning inward towards themselves , heaving and driving and tearing into a great bulk , mali- ciously breaking ...
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... listened hard . Now they were silent . There . There . He heard them again . There . And suddenly he felt the ground moving , and the roots lashing themselves around his arms and neck in great squirming coils : round and round . He ...
... listened hard . Now they were silent . There . There . He heard them again . There . And suddenly he felt the ground moving , and the roots lashing themselves around his arms and neck in great squirming coils : round and round . He ...
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... listened as I passed and heard him softly snoring ; his breath was heavy and slow , so like his fathers I thought and paused . You know I might have gone to him and kissed him ? good night , my son , I would have whispered , softly so ...
... listened as I passed and heard him softly snoring ; his breath was heavy and slow , so like his fathers I thought and paused . You know I might have gone to him and kissed him ? good night , my son , I would have whispered , softly so ...
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