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THE grey warm evening of August had descended upon the city and a mild warm air, a memory of summer, circulated in the streets. The streets, shuttered for the repose of Sunday, swarmed with a gaily coloured crowd. Like illumined pearls the lamps shon
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In weather like this a native hut must be a rather uncomfortable place to live in. I lived in one for years, said the missionary. When the little native girl brought in the fried bananas which formed the sweet they had every day, Davidson turned to h
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And in the evening after the high tea which was their last meal, while they sat in the stiff parlour, the ladies working and Dr Macphail smoking his pipe, the missionary told them of his work in the islands. When we went there they had no sense of si
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The wind seemed to cut him to the bone as he stood there uncertainly, holding the sack. He could see the white-capped seas breaking down under in the bay. He decided to take the birds to the shore and bury them. When he reached the beach below the he
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Kurt Vonnegut The Summer had died peacefully in its sleep, and Autumn, as soft-spoken executrix, was locking life up safely until Spring came to claim it. At one with this sad, sweet allegory outside the kitchen window of her small home was Ellen Bow
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Hughes stared at him without change of expression. 'Do you like music?' he asked at last. Sanderson was startled. He nodded. 'Let's have some music,' said Hughes. He rose and went to a portable radio standing on a table near the bed in the corner. As
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FOUR AND TWENTY BLACKBIRDS Hercule Poirot was dining with his friend, Henry Bonnington at the Gallant Endeavour in the Kings Road, Chelsea. Mr. Bonnington was fond of the Gallant Endeavour. He liked the leisurely atmosphere, he liked the food which w
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IT WAS ONE of those midsummer Sundays when everyone sits around saying, I drank too much last night. You might have heard it whispered by the parishioners leaving church, heard it from the lips of the priest himself, struggling with his cassock in th
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WE ARE a family that has always been very close in spirit. Our father was drowned in a sailing accident when we were young, and our mother has always stressed the fact that our familial relationships have a kind of permanence that we will never meet
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THE KITE I know this is an odd story. I dont understand it myself and if I set it down in black and white it is only with a faint hope that when I have written it I may get a clearer view of it, or rather with the hope that some reader, better acquai
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No reference was made next day to what had passed. Mrs Sunbury was frigidly polite to Herbert and he was sullen and silent. After supper he went out. On Saturday he told his father and mother that he was engaged that afternoon and wouldnt be able to
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The marlin had come to 300 yards when he walked again. This time the boat was in a trough and the Emperor burst the surface pointing straight towards them. He came in a climbing leap, shaking spray from his back. The arc of his leap was down the wake
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Why dont you come to dinner? Zora phoned one afternoon. Im making spring spaghetti, Brunys favorite, and you can come over and meet him. Unless you have Bekka tonight. No, I dont, Ira said mournfully. What is spring spaghetti? Oh, its the same as reg
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You cant imagine the daily dreariness of routine pediatrics, said Zora, not touching her wine. Ear infection, ear infection, ear infection. Whoa. Heres an exciting one: juvenile onset diabetes. Day after day you just have to look into the parents eye
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Swanson, after a single inarticulate sound, walked over to the desk and sat staring at the wall. Burckhardt rocked back and forth beside the shattered puppet on the floor. He had no words. The girl managed to say, I'msorry all this happened. The love
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He had never been involved with the mentally ill before, but he now felt more than ever that there should be strong international laws against them being too good-looking. How are you liking Zora? asked Mike over a beer, after work, after theyd mulle
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She grew confused about what happened then. All that had been said before she remembered accurately, but now his words assailed her ears through a mist of horror and fear. He seemed to plead for her love. He broke into violent protestations of passio
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I need not tell you that it would be very awkward if this letter found its way into the hands of the prosecution. Your wife has lied, and she would be asked to explain the lie. It alters things a little if Hammond did not intrude, an unwanted guest,
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One by one the cryonic systems shut down. One by one the people returned to life, among them Victor Kemmings. What amazed him was the lack of a sense of the passage of time. He had entered the chamber, lain down, had felt the membrane cover him and t
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SOMETIMES THEY COME BACK Jim Norman's wife had been waiting for him since two, and when she saw the car pull up in front of their apartment building, she came out to meet him. She had gone to the store and bought a celebration meala couple of steaks,
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