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CHAPTER XXVI Sophie came at seven to dress me: she was very long indeed in accomplishing her task; so long that Mr. Rochester, grown, I suppose, impatient of my delay, sent up to ask why I did not...
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CHAPTER XXIV Amid the oozing fatness and warm ferments of the Froom Vale, at a season when the rush of juices could almost be heard below the hiss of fertilization, it was impossible that the most...
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-BOOK SEVENTH. CHAPTER VIII. THE UTILITY OF WINDOWS WHICH OPEN ON THE RIVER. Claude Frollo (for we presume that the reader, more intelligent than Phoebus, has seen in this whole adventure no other...
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I'm not an aggressive person. But... I admit it. I like killing things. But only in-game! I've been over it with my therapist, and... I won't pretend it's not a form of...
CHAPTER XXI Roses of Yesterday The fortnight Anne spent in Bolingbroke was a very pleasant one, with a little under current of vague pain and dissatisfaction running through it whenever she thought...
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An international team of astronomers using ESO’s Very Large Telescope has measured the distance to the most remote galaxy so far. This is the first time that astronomers have been able to confirm...
(Applause) Good afternoon. Cast your minds back to Warsaw in 1945. Nice place to live? Not really, no. Ghastly place, we won't point the finger blame at anybody but what was one of the first...
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