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Just as he had decided this one of the Crich…
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09:49 |
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The morning was again sunny…
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09:22 |
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Gerald knitted his brows in momentary irritation.
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07:50 |
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Again there was a cautious pause.
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06:47 |
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The bridegroom and the groomsman…
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12:25 |
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The house being full, Gerald was given…
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Chapter 9: Coal-Dust
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09:27 |
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Chapter 3: Class-room
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08:07 |
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Hermione came down to dinner strange…
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Women in Love
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08:21 |
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Chapter 6: Crème de Menthe
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10:33 |
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Her absorption was strange, almost rhapsodic.
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09:09 |
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It was the same every evening…
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07:14 |
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Birkin, thinking about race or national death…
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Chapter 7: Fetish
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13:06 |
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Gudrun knew she was being admired.
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12:53 |
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Chapter 5: In the Train
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11:37 |
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'Frightful!' cried Gudrun. 'And isn't it horrible…'
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08:21 |
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She was not swift, she could only move slowly.
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10:19 |
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Chapter 8: Breadalby
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11:13 |
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The first to run across the lawn…
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07:40 |
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'Silent upon a peak in Dariayn.'…
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10:16 |
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Halliday came and sat at the table, putting…
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09:53 |
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Her son was of a fair, sun-tanned type…
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10:53 |
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'I'm not,' she protested. ‘I’m not afwaid…'
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08:41 |
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They arrived at a large block of buildings…
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Chapter 2: Shortlands
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08:28 |
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Chapter 4: Diver
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08:23 |
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'You are merely making words,' he said.
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10:45 |
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Gerald looked with a long, twinkling…
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