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We started at the southwest end of Runway 21 and the first thing that struck me as we tore out of the gate was how empty the roads were . I soon realised that this was the ' back road ' from Le Bourget , the one you take to get out of ...
We started at the southwest end of Runway 21 and the first thing that struck me as we tore out of the gate was how empty the roads were . I soon realised that this was the ' back road ' from Le Bourget , the one you take to get out of ...
114. oldal
By now they had calmed down , and they gave no trouble when the men started to drive them home . I left them to it and set off to find out how bad things really were . The deluge was still slashing down , but even so the extent of the ...
By now they had calmed down , and they gave no trouble when the men started to drive them home . I left them to it and set off to find out how bad things really were . The deluge was still slashing down , but even so the extent of the ...
156. oldal
In the fishpond the hippo belched , We started our noise again , of not softly . course , but shamefacedly and with “ No , " my mother went on . much less gusto ; in any case the “ What you've got to do is get rid more we shouted and ...
In the fishpond the hippo belched , We started our noise again , of not softly . course , but shamefacedly and with “ No , " my mother went on . much less gusto ; in any case the “ What you've got to do is get rid more we shouted and ...
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CONTENTS | 38 |
SUNDAY DAWN SUNDAY DUSK BY D E CHARLWOOD | 96 |
THE NOVEL BY JOHN ONSLOW | 193 |
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