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CHAPTER XXXIV I THE Good Citizens' League had spread through the country, but nowhere was it so effective and well esteemed as in cities of the type of Zenith, commercial cities of a few...
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PART 8: Chapter XXXVI There was a garden out in the suburbs; a small, leafy corner, with a few green tables under the orange trees. An old cat slept all day on the stone step in the sun, and an old...
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CHAPTER XXIII The hot weather of July had crept upon them unawares, and the atmosphere of the flat vale hung heavy as an opiate over the dairy-folk, the cows, and the trees. Hot steaming rains fell...
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The land, time, the fog… there are long times, there is no taking shortcuts… there is "less talk more actions", there is walking from the Francescana on foggy nights and dream...
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CHAPTER II. The Law of Club and Fang Buck's first day on the Dyea beach was like a nightmare. Every hour was filled with shock and surprise. He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of...
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