The CIA agent looked more dead than alive. Alex wondered if he had been hit, but there was no sign of any… — Anthony Horowitz Copy Share Image
Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
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