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Sylvie stands at the window, wrapped in a blanket, the dawn in the distance, brightening the dusting of snow that has fallen overnight in the courtyard below.

In Spring when the ice breaks up on the Moscow River and the snow melts, they say the peasant who has consumption knows there is nothing to be done about it.

At First,. May said to James on the night of his arrival,

I came out in the morning to find three wattles frozen in the mud outside the pigs' pen.

Magnified and sanctified is God's great name...

The girl joined the boat at St. Thomas.

The trouble with Paulette, Nish Flannigan decided,

Well, well, look who died.

A man walks into a bank, rubbing his throat. He is

Dusk has begun to fall. It has darkened the hue of the