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...person of interest—and not because of her riding skills.Kurt didn’t expect his contrary colt to flourish under Julie’s feminine touch nor for his own rusty heart to soften. However, his deceit sucks them both into the crosshairs of a killer, and suddenly much more than their love is in danger....

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...ddle, a huge grin on her face. Even Harrison acknowledged the occasion with a rusty smile before leading Skippy away, careful to avoid an approachin... ...rling—a last gift from her mother—had broken his leg, and her words stumbled, rusty at first, but coming faster as he listened in empathetic silence...

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...But there on a rusty nail in the Ogorelyshyovs’ submerged fence that divided the Sinichka from the pond there was something gleaming grey in the green moonlit night — one of the demons, a little demon with a face of incorruptible, indignant...

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...he ancient English Cathedral tower be here! The well-known massive gray square tower of its old Cathedral? How can that be here! There is no spike of rusty iron in the air, between the eye and it, from any point of the real prospect. What is the spike that intervenes, and who has set it up? Maybe it is set up by the Sultan?s orders for the impaling of a horde of Turkish ro...

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...THEDRAL TOWER? How can the ancient English Cathedral tower be here! The well-known massive gray square tower of its old Cathedral? How can that be her... ...ttendants. Still the Cathedral Tower rises in the background, where it cannot be, and still no writhing figure is on the grim spike. Stay! Is the spik... ...rceptible pimple there! Into this herbaceous penitentiary, situated on an upper staircase-landing: a low and narrow whitewashed cell, where bunches of... ...ble of Neville Landless. An air of retreat and solitude hung about the rooms and about their inhabitant. He was much worn, and so were they. Their slo...

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... States, the second child of Winfield Scott Bailey and Harriet Sarah Goodhue. THERE was great excitement in the neighborhood of Farmer Green's house. Rusty Wren had found some strange tracks. And nobody knew whose they were. Now, when they were puzzled like that the field- and forest-folk usually went straight to Mr. Crow for advice. But this time it happened that the old ...

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...h, just coated skeleton. To saw the bones till blood. To hack the skin, to spread it like a rusty butterfly, dismantling slithery vessels. I move to... ...gingly. My mother nodded. My father said: "The aluminium here must be painted, it's all so rusty. I can do it for you on Saturday." No one respon... ...Maurice the Cyclops never cries. His vising headaches merely reduce him to reclining on his rusty metal bed, turning his back to us, pretending to b... ... up and spreads smelly aquarium food with callused fingers over the bubble-troubled water, rusty flakes that sink like feathers straight into the ga...

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... he mockingly taps me on the head with his baton. Frozen naked I am placed under a rusty showerhead. The icy emanation takes my belabored breath aw...

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...nimalist shams brimming with light, space, air and understatement. No confrontations with a pile of bricks, a bunch of desiccated radishes, sheets of rusty corrugated iron smeared in bird shit, or spilt cans of paint. Nor will it be another showroom of plastic fantasy and kitsch masquerading as art!’ He flicked a glance at Conias Jackson, the owner of four such emporia of ...

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...by a seasonal stream The Glen’s cliffs have become a sheer drop. The fall from the narrow path through trees and bracken onto the sand and rubbish of rusty bicycles and supermarket trolleys far below, would probably result in serious injury or death. Simon slows a little and looks up and back at Nicola who is now a good five hundred yards further behind. Stef pedals fas...

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...he edge of a shady green forest, there lived three little squirrels named Rusty, Sparky, and Ginger. All winter long the friends snuggled inside the... ...am danced cheerfully among the trees, announcing the first day of spring. Rusty jumped out of his nest and called to his friends excitedly, “Ginger, ... ...day, the three squirrels came to a small clearing in the forest. Suddenly Rusty called, “Look, I found a nut! Wow, it’s different from any nut that ... ... “I think a nut like this would be very tasty!” “Let’s eat it!” suggested Rusty. “I don’t think that we should eat it,” said Sparky. “This nut is spe... ... to a large hill in the clearing. Soon winter arrived. One snowy morning, Rusty discovered that he was running out of food. “I know,” he thought, “I... ...l go to the clearing and find the nut that we buried.” But along the way, Rusty passed his favorite apple tree. Seeing that there were still a few br... ...ee. Seeing that there were still a few brown apples withering on the tree, Rusty stopped. “These apples may not taste so good, but I should take them... ...cided. “Perhaps my friends will need the nut more than me.” And with that, Rusty picked the rotting apples and ran back to his warm home inside the t... ...ld probably taste better than these wrinkled old blueberries, but what if Rusty and Sparky do not have any berries left? Perhaps one of them will ne...

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...they stare? Is the paint on my window sills peeling? Are my hinges getting rusty?” The house had once been beautifully furnished, and now everythin...

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... smelly aquarium food with callused fingers over the bubble-troubled water, rusty flakes that sink like feathers straight into the gaping jaws of th... ...ed, I strove to wake up. In my nightmare, everything was in its place: the rusty bucket, the stone bunk, the fetid mattress, the infested blanket, ...

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...ols where water was oozing in. I stumbled over bricks and stumbled over a rusty cuirass someone had leaned against the wall. Holding up my torch I ... ...ate frames: the art- ist observes himself in those mirrors: he also sees a rusty spatula and shredded brushes: sometimes, late afternoons, I see in t... ...en killed in the field. With- out pennons, we move our gauntleted hands in rusty bewilderment, slow-gaited with many, many abysmal hungers. Henley... ...He nodded. “That’s right.” I asked him to retain our old shingle, on its rusty hinges. “If I live, I’ll be coming back, and then we’ll go on as if...

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... into every stopped vehicle, expecting some rupees to be dropped into the rusty pail that hung from his fingerless wrist. He was the most pitiful an...

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...s creature God could think up, and they call this my water supply. An old rusty petrol can bobs up and down on the surface indicating the end of the... ... exactly looking lately. “Pearly white gates! All I did was walk through a rusty one at the end of your drive.” Tears are forming in Ali’s eyes. “Oh ...

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...e, or does Rourk’s young whelp truly strive to keep me from entering? With a rusty screech, the portcullis inched upward. Angus whispered words to Jax... ... screamed a curse as her unbelieving eyes saw its still raised drawbridge. A rusty shriek filled her ears as the bridge finally separated from the wal...

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...iculate”), the deviation of sense ( “squeezes cordially his hand / into a rusty screw vice”) or the extension of sense ( “she is not mute/ but she mo...

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... given lessons in tennis and golf, as well as dancing and bridge. I may be rusty though.” They played for a couple of hours, and Jana hoped her status...