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Chapter 14 With one member trimming beef in a cannery, and another working in a sausage factory, the family had a first-hand knowled...
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CHAPTER XXXIV In civilian clothes I felt a masquerader. I had been in uniform a long time and I missed the feeling of being held by ...
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CHAPTER IX Scarcely had Pierre laid his head on the pillow before he felt himself falling asleep, but suddenly, almost with the distin...
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CHAPTER XX On the morning of the twenty-fifth Pierre was leaving Mozháysk. At the descent of the high steep hill, down which a winding...
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It was the most critical time I had yet experienced in my career as a baseball manager. And there was more than the usual reason why I...
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CHAPTER XX Pierre did not stay for dinner, but left the room and went away at once. He drove through the town seeking Anatole Kurágin,...
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Worn out by anxious watching, Mr. Lorry fell asleep at his post. On the tenth morning of his suspense, he was startled by the shining of t...
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CHAPTER XX A few intimate friends were dining with the Rostóvs that day, as usual on Sundays. Pierre came early so as to find them...
