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Good morning, welcome everyone to this morning dedicated to ENI Awards 2011. Welcome also to our prestigious guests to this morning event. On my way here I remembered a phrase a Nobel Prize winner...
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It was an error made by the monks of that era. Cantagallo's monastery was founded in December 1342 but one of the monks, under the influence of alcohol, made a mistake while inscribing the...
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1909: The imperial family arrives in Germany Some more moments of public life ... Nicholas II at the headquarter on the Turkish battlefront The Romanovs had almost a private life The imperial family...
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Towoka, maybe we should feel peace in our hearts, it seems like a quiet night. Don't say that Cavallo Zoppo, danger is still around us, I can feel it. You think that we'll have more...
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Adventure XI. The Final Problem It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these the last words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes was...
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Chapter XV "Our Eyes have seen Great Wonders" I write this from day to day, but I trust that before I come to the end of it, I may be able to say that the light shines, at last,...
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Tom Swift Among the Diamond Makers by Victor Appleton CHAPTER XII THE GREAT STONE HEAD It was a wild and desolate country in which Tom Swift and Mr. Jenks were traveling. Villages were far apart, and...
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CHAPTER 7 "They do not sleep, On yonder cliffs, a grizzly band, I see them sit."--Gray "'Twould be neglecting a warning that is given for our good to lie hid any...
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CHAPTER 17. CONCLUSION Kitty was not the only cougar brought into camp alive. The ensuing days were fruitful of cougars and adventure. There were more wild rides to the music of the baying hounds, and...
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CHAPTER 12. OLD TOM At daybreak our leader routed us out. The frost mantled the ground so heavily that it looked like snow, and the rare atmosphere bit like the breath of winter. The forest stood...
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