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| ... be away." But they never got into the flat to use the phone. When they came out of the lift, somebody was pressing their doorbell. A woman with blue glasses and a plastic briefcase. Luke stopped dead. "let her see us," he whispered. "Why?" whispered Petra. Just then the young ... |
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| ... to Spain. Spain had received him courteously as the representative of a nation with whom she was at peace. It was like ringing the doorbell of an acquaintance, being shown into the parlor and telling him he must sell you his spoons or you would snatch them. This doesn''t incline ... |
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| ... however, and if things between them got beyond the frenzied sexual savagery stage, she would have to test the relationship. But not yet. The doorbell of Sonja's lakefront Whisper Way townhouse in Reston rang before either she or Scott were ready, so Scott volunteered for first shift host and bartender ... |
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| ... sleeping, powerless, crushed, my eyes wide open, my legs stretched out, my body limp, inanimate, and my mind torpid with despair. Suddenly the great doorbell, the great bell of the vestibule, rang out. "I started so that my chair cracked under me. The solemn, ponderous sound vibrated through the empty ... |
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| ... she came in and crawled in bed with him. It had been a long time since they had made love. But it wasn't the doorbell, the doorbell didn't have that off-and-on regular sort of pattern. It was something else.... He bolted upright into a sitting position, squeezing his ... |
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| ... not far away," said Tom, as he caught the reflection of a red gleam in the sky. There was a ring at the front doorbell, and almost at once Ned Newton''s voice called: "Tom! Tom Swift! There''s quite a fire in town! Don''t you want to try your new apparatus ... |
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| ... ivy creeping up its walls here and there. However, the solid oak door at the entrance was still intact. Mr. Winter rang the ancient doorbell and they heard a woman shout, "Coming!" from an upper window. A rather beautiful lady answered the door. She was slender with long auburn hair ... |
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| ... of Tony's admiration for Charley Harling. Because he was always first in his classes at school, and could mend the water-pipes or the doorbell and take the clock to pieces, she seemed to think him a sort of prince. Nothing that Charley wanted was too much trouble for her. ... |
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| ... the dishes and Scott Turow's The Burden of Proof. Now that she's finished with Grisham, she's on to her next victim. I ring his doorbell, and again, but there's nobody home, although the living room lights are on. In fact, the lights are a lot brighter than they used to ... |
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| ... treasure! May you never know the land where the reporter blooms, where if any joy or grief befall you, the public press rings your doorbell and demands the particulars, and if you deny it the particulars, it makes them up and says something scurrilous about you into the bargain. Therefore ... |
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| ... just before two o'clock, and the nature of the single footprints in certain places. I will say only that just about two the doorbell and knocker waked me - doorbell and knocker both, aplied alternately and uncertainly in a kind of weak desperation, and each trying to keep Edward's ... |




