Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 299W. Blackwood, 1966 |
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... Never having known an Australian before I went there , I had thought that my mind was open to receive true im- pressions . It was not . I had ex- pected to find an extension of our own way of life , a ' hands across the sea ...
... Never having known an Australian before I went there , I had thought that my mind was open to receive true im- pressions . It was not . I had ex- pected to find an extension of our own way of life , a ' hands across the sea ...
Pagina 34
... never spoke another word to me . But on this , my second visit , he was talking . Why did I go back to England in the first place ? ( And I never knew you cared ! ) And why did I now not stay for good ? And how could I stand ' all that ...
... never spoke another word to me . But on this , my second visit , he was talking . Why did I go back to England in the first place ? ( And I never knew you cared ! ) And why did I now not stay for good ? And how could I stand ' all that ...
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... never trod on , jumped over , slew , or sneaked horror - stricken away from so many millions of serpents . Out of ... never saw that one again after I futilely whanged at it with a stick that first morning . I fished the head of the ...
... never trod on , jumped over , slew , or sneaked horror - stricken away from so many millions of serpents . Out of ... never saw that one again after I futilely whanged at it with a stick that first morning . I fished the head of the ...
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