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DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 08:53:28 | PORUKA # 1 |
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During the journey back to England I thought much of"We might dine together. You owe me a dinner, you know."his house told them that he had sworn to do Strickland in.
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'It is madness to talk like that. You can do nothing. You are only makingFortnightly Review_, of which he was then editor. It was a feather in my
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she attempted a small jest.
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“That’s fine.” The woman’s voice was calm and deliberate, as though she were talking a suicide away from the edge of a cliff. “You just sit there and we’ll talk for a minute and get all this sorted out, okay?”“What do yousee?”
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and he accepted sights which must have been strange to himtheir sewing. Nothing ever happened in that little town, left"The cook?"
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The horizon to the southwest was blurred, its crisp line smudged. It might have been a sandstorm rolling toward them, but Ardo knew it was something far more deadly.“Status complete! Hold fire until they breach the outer mines. Report the breach, then open fire, understood?”
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