Blackwood's Magazine, Volum 299W. Blackwood, 1966 |
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Side 152
... returned , he knocked it down with a swipe of his staff and trod it into the ground . " Children of the devil ! " he remarked , clasping the back of his neck as he turned to go , whereupon the one insect that had escaped his heel flew ...
... returned , he knocked it down with a swipe of his staff and trod it into the ground . " Children of the devil ! " he remarked , clasping the back of his neck as he turned to go , whereupon the one insect that had escaped his heel flew ...
Side 173
... returned into the ball - room . ' At one I withdrew , took some refreshment , and then returned home , highly delighted at having passed the day so very agreeably . ' We might ourselves take leave of the Highlands at this point , still ...
... returned into the ball - room . ' At one I withdrew , took some refreshment , and then returned home , highly delighted at having passed the day so very agreeably . ' We might ourselves take leave of the Highlands at this point , still ...
Side 412
... returned to our loads , and decided to camp on the spot ; which , in that bleak plateau , was as good as anywhere . ( Some months later , when we returned to the mesa in summer , we discovered that the slight depression we had noted was ...
... returned to our loads , and decided to camp on the spot ; which , in that bleak plateau , was as good as anywhere . ( Some months later , when we returned to the mesa in summer , we discovered that the slight depression we had noted was ...
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