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I pulled it out , opened it and there , scrawled in a hand I could not recognise as my own was the message : Roses are red , violets are blue , Wendy ... I don't know how long I stood there with that scrap of paper in my hands .
I pulled it out , opened it and there , scrawled in a hand I could not recognise as my own was the message : Roses are red , violets are blue , Wendy ... I don't know how long I stood there with that scrap of paper in my hands .
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She arrived at the stall breathless and thrust a purse into her husband's hands and gasped : “ It in ... the drawer ... Then Zaida turned to the constable , shook him warmly by the hand , turned to the crowd and said : “ You be it mine ...
She arrived at the stall breathless and thrust a purse into her husband's hands and gasped : “ It in ... the drawer ... Then Zaida turned to the constable , shook him warmly by the hand , turned to the crowd and said : “ You be it mine ...
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And his spirit breathes through the schoolboy hand and the immature writing . The book is full of Shakespeare , with many additions neatly printed in John's hand . Swinburne , the Rosettis , the Bible , Ovid , Horace and Cicero , even a ...
And his spirit breathes through the schoolboy hand and the immature writing . The book is full of Shakespeare , with many additions neatly printed in John's hand . Swinburne , the Rosettis , the Bible , Ovid , Horace and Cicero , even a ...
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Inhoudsopgave
Prologue | 9 |
When I was a Child II | 11 |
Boyhood in the Buildings | 16 |
Copyright | |
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