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But Philip was impatient with himself; he called to mind his idea of the pattern of life: the unhappiness he had suffered… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
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A lean, loose-jointed Negro had commenced plunking a guitar beside me while I slept. His clothes were rags; his feet peeped out… — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
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