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I met John at the drinking fountain . He too had stripped to the waist . " How goes it ? " He smiled that particular smile of his ; nothing ever seemed to upset him . " I'll be screwing glove compart- ments in my dreams .
I met John at the drinking fountain . He too had stripped to the waist . " How goes it ? " He smiled that particular smile of his ; nothing ever seemed to upset him . " I'll be screwing glove compart- ments in my dreams .
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That week - end I rode the old mare over to see John . We had a meal with his boss's family , and they could not have been more hospitable I felt I would be betraying them if I persuaded John to return to the city with me , but I had ...
That week - end I rode the old mare over to see John . We had a meal with his boss's family , and they could not have been more hospitable I felt I would be betraying them if I persuaded John to return to the city with me , but I had ...
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Beneath this humble memorial rest the mortal remains of John Porteous , Captain of the Town Guard , whose awful death is vividly described by Sir Walter Scott in The Heart of Mid - Lothian . Virtually all that is known of John Porteous ...
Beneath this humble memorial rest the mortal remains of John Porteous , Captain of the Town Guard , whose awful death is vividly described by Sir Walter Scott in The Heart of Mid - Lothian . Virtually all that is known of John Porteous ...
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