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'In a little district west of Washington Square...'
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William Roberts
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08:29 |
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'One afternoon, Jimmy Valentine and his suitcase...'
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William Roberts
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04:39 |
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'As Peyton Fahrquhar fell straight downward through the bridge...'
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William Roberts
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07:20 |
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'Old Behrmann was a painter who lived on the ground floor...'
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William Roberts
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07:39 |
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'A guard came to the prison shoe-shop...'
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William Roberts
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06:58 |
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'The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively...'
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William Roberts
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08:33 |
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'Up from below came another sound...'
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William Roberts
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06:15 |
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'"Well, thish-yer Smiley had rat-tarriers, and chicken cocks..."'
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William Roberts
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06:18 |
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'Out of the low window could be seen three hickory trees...'
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William Roberts
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12:02 |
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'Skiff Miller continued to debate with himself...'
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William Roberts
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09:11 |
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'In compliance with the request of a friend of mine...'
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William Roberts
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07:52 |
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'Skiff Miller turned to the dog...'
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William Roberts
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07:30 |
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'Fahrquhar dived - dived as deeply as he could.'
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William Roberts
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07:30 |
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'The burglar stepped inside the wndow quickly...'
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William Roberts
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10:25 |
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'"Sometimes," continued the girl...'
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William Roberts
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05:47 |
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'Promptly at the beginning of twilight...'
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William Roberts
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07:21 |
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'She had delayed, because of the dew-wet grass...'
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William Roberts
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06:39 |
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'Peyton Fahrquhar was a well to do planter...'
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William Roberts
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03:14 |
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'On Monday night after Jimmy wrote this letter...'
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William Roberts
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06:49 |
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'Now Irvine was a man of impulse, a poet...'
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William Roberts
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07:14 |
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'A man stood upon a railway bridge in northern Alabama..."
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William Roberts
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07:37 |
