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409. oldal
“ I shouldn't like mother to know I was lucky , ” said the boy : “ Why not , son ? ” “ She'd stop me . ” " I don't think she would . " " Oh ! ” — and the boy writhed in an odd way + " I don't want oming her to know , uncle .
“ I shouldn't like mother to know I was lucky , ” said the boy : “ Why not , son ? ” “ She'd stop me . ” " I don't think she would . " " Oh ! ” — and the boy writhed in an odd way + " I don't want oming her to know , uncle .
412. oldal
But his mother , after standing undecided and a little bit sullen for some moments , said : " Very well , then ! Don't go to the seaside till after the Derby , if you don't wish it . But promise me you won't let your nerves go to pieces ...
But his mother , after standing undecided and a little bit sullen for some moments , said : " Very well , then ! Don't go to the seaside till after the Derby , if you don't wish it . But promise me you won't let your nerves go to pieces ...
420. oldal
said his mother , with a sudden laugh . Paul's last words , as he lies dying , return to this : “ Mother , did I ever tell you ? I am lucky . ” " No , you never did , ” said the mother . . airlewd we But the boy died in the night .
said his mother , with a sudden laugh . Paul's last words , as he lies dying , return to this : “ Mother , did I ever tell you ? I am lucky . ” " No , you never did , ” said the mother . . airlewd we But the boy died in the night .
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