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The primroses were over.
The primroses were over.
The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a
dingy whirl at the window; a read more
The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a
dingy whirl at the window; a smoky gust through the fire-place; a
shadow black as a bear's cave under the table. Nothing in all
the cavernous room, loomed really warm or familiar except a glass
of stale water, and a vapid, half-eaten grape-fruit.
To stretch his legs between consultations, Maclean escorted his
last patient to Baker Street station.
To stretch his legs between consultations, Maclean escorted his
last patient to Baker Street station.
It was the first Tuesday in August. The Nebraska heat rolled in
upon one like the engulfing waves of read more
It was the first Tuesday in August. The Nebraska heat rolled in
upon one like the engulfing waves of a dry sea,--a thick material
substance against which one seemed to push when moving about.
1a 'a n, pl a's or as 'az often cap, often attrib (bef. 12c) 1
a : the 1st read more
1a 'a n, pl a's or as 'az often cap, often attrib (bef. 12c) 1
a : the 1st letter of the English alphabet b : a representation
of this letter c : a speech counterpart of orthographic a 2 : the
6th tone of a C-major scale 3 : a graphic device for reproducing
the letter a 4 : one designated a esp. as the 1st in order or
class 5 a : a grade rating a student's work as superior in
quality b : one graded or rated with an A 6 : something shaped
like the letter A
- Unattributed Author,
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of
the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies read more
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of
the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded
yellow sun.
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo,
lying on the rug.
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo,
lying on the rug.
Early one morning I, Vadim Maslennikov, set off for school (I was
going on seventeen at the time) having read more
Early one morning I, Vadim Maslennikov, set off for school (I was
going on seventeen at the time) having forgotten the envelope
with the first-semester fees Mother had left me in the dining
room the day before.
According to the tapes, my father, then about as run-of-the-mill
as Joe Blow himself, didn't want to see the read more
According to the tapes, my father, then about as run-of-the-mill
as Joe Blow himself, didn't want to see the thing.