ellauri048.html on line 1681: `It will be hard,' they say, `to find
ellauri052.html on line 773: `It surprised me,' panted Gerald, `what strength you´ve got. Almost supernatural.'
ellauri052.html on line 781: `It was a real set-to, wasn´t it?' said Birkin, looking at Gerald with darkened eyes.
ellauri052.html on line 783: `God, yes,' said Gerald. He looked at the delicate body of the other man, and added: `It wasn't too much for you, was it?'
ellauri052.html on line 796: `Certainly it is,' said Gerald. Then he laughed pleasantly, adding: `It's rather wonderful to me.' He stretched out his arms handsomely.
ellauri052.html on line 832: `It was a caftan in Bokhara,' said Gerald. `I like it.'
ellauri117.html on line 271: `It surprised me,' panted Gerald, `what strength you´ve got. Almost supernatural.'
ellauri117.html on line 279: `It was a real set-to, wasn´t it?' said Birkin, looking at Gerald with darkened eyes.
ellauri117.html on line 281: `God, yes,' said Gerald. He looked at the delicate body of the other man, and added: `It wasn't too much for you, was it?'
ellauri117.html on line 294: `Certainly it is,' said Gerald. Then he laughed pleasantly, adding: `It's rather wonderful to me.' He stretched out his arms handsomely.
ellauri117.html on line 330: `It was a caftan in Bokhara,' said Gerald. `I like it.'
ellauri349.html on line 574: Jules: Well, there's this passage I got memorized.`It sort of fits the occasion. "Ezekiel 25:17". "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the self and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the Valley of Darkness for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. [now on-screen] And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. [raising his gun on Brett] And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

xxx/ellauri235.html on line 804: They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart would break. She pitied him deeply. `What is his sorrow?' she asked the Gryphon, and the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, `It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on!'
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