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The engine lays one of ITS fingers calmly, but firmly, upon a bit of metal; it is a coin now, and will remember that touch, and tell a new race about it, when the date upon it is crusted over with twenty centuries. So it is that a great silent-moving misery puts a new stamp on us in an hour or a moment, as sharp an impression as if it had taken half a lifetime to engrave it.
Here, Rushton, go and see what they're layin' Four-Pound." The head-lad went and returned immediately. "Thirties offered, sir. No takers." Jaggers shook his head. "I don't like it," he said. All morning, carriages, coaches, silent-moving motorcars, char-
The engine lays one of its fingers calmly, but firmly, upon a bit of metal; it is a coin now, and will remember that touch, and tell a new race about it, when the date upon it is crusted over with twenty centuries. So it is that a great silent-moving misery puts a new stamp on us in an hour or a moment, as sharp an impression as if it had taken half a lifetime to engrave it.
The engine lays one of ITS fingers calmly, but firmly, upon a bit of metal; it is a coin now, and will remember that touch, and tell a new race about it, when the date upon it is crusted over with twenty centuries. So it is that a great silent-moving misery puts a new stamp on us in an hour or a moment, as sharp an impression as if it had taken half a lifetime to engrave it.
Flint, a man who had been his enemy ever since the day he had come here and laid down his pass on the president's desk; the man who so he believed until three days ago had stood between him and happiness. Well, it did not matter now. Austen followed the silent-moving servant through the hall.
Flint, a man who had been his enemy ever since the day he had come here and laid down his pass on the president's desk; the man who so he believed until three days ago had stood between him and happiness. Well, it did not matter now. Austen followed the silent-moving servant through the hall.
Flint, a man who had been his enemy ever since the day he had come here and laid down his pass on the president's desk; the man who so he believed until three days ago had stood between him and happiness. Well, it did not matter now. Austen followed the silent-moving servant through the hall.
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