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clinquant He remembered to have read, as a boy, a wonderful tale by Allan
Poe, his prospective wife's countryman - which was a thing to show, by the
way, what imagination Americans could have: the story of the shipwrecked
Gordon Pym, who, drifting in a small boat further toward the North Pole - or
was it the South? - than anyone had ever done, found at a given moment
before him a thickness of white air that was like a dazzling curtain of
light, concealing as darkness conceals, yet of the colour of milk or of snow
revolver He remembered to have read, as a boy, a wonderful tale by Allan
Poe, his prospective wife's countryman - which was a thing to show, by the
way, what imagination Americans could have: the story of the shipwrecked
Gordon Pym, who, drifting in a small boat further toward the North Pole - or
was it the South? - than anyone had ever done, found at a given moment
before him a thickness of white air that was like a dazzling curtain of
light, concealing as darkness conceals, yet of the colour of milk or of snow
massed He remembered to have read, as a boy, a wonderful tale by Allan Poe,
his prospective wife's countryman - which was a thing to show, by the way,
what imagination Americans could have: the story of the shipwrecked Gordon
Pym, who, drifting in a small boat further toward the North Pole - or was it
the South? - than anyone had ever done, found at a given moment before him a
thickness of white air that was like a dazzling curtain of light, concealing
as darkness conceals, yet of the colour of milk or of snow murmur
revolver He remembered to have read, as a boy, a wonderful tale by Allan
Poe, his prospective wife's countryman - which was a thing to show, by the
way, what imagination Americans could have: the story of the shipwrecked
Gordon Pym, who, drifting in a small boat further toward the North Pole - or
was it the South? - than anyone had ever done, found at a given moment
before him a thickness of white air that was like a dazzling curtain of
light, concealing as darkness conceals, yet of the colour of milk or of snow
massed He remembered to have read, as a boy, a wonderful tale by Allan Poe,
his prospective wife's countryman - which was a thing to show, by the way,
what imagination Americans could have: the story of the shipwrecked Gordon
Pym, who, drifting in a small boat further toward the North Pole - or was it
the South? - than anyone had ever done, found at a given moment before him a
thickness of white air that was like a dazzling curtain of light, concealing
as darkness conceals, yet of the colour of milk or of snow murmur He
remembered to have read, as a boy, a wonderful tale by Allan Poe, his
prospective wife's countryman - which was a thing to show, by the way, what
imagination Americans could have: the story of the shipwrecked Gordon Pym,
who, drifting in a small boat further toward the North Pole - or was it the
South? - than anyone had ever done, found at a given moment before him a
thickness of white air that was like a dazzling curtain of light, concealing
as darkness conceals, yet of the colour of milk or of snow vast
massed He remembered to have read, as a boy, a wonderful tale by Allan Poe,
his prospective wife's countryman - which was a thing to show, by the way,
what imagination Americans could have: the story of the shipwrecked Gordon
Pym, who, drifting in a small boat further toward the North Pole - or was it
the South? - than anyone had ever done, found at a given moment before him a
thickness of white air that was like a dazzling curtain of light, concealing
as darkness conceals, yet of the colour of milk or of snow murmur He
remembered to have read, as a boy, a wonderful tale by Allan Poe, his
prospective wife's countryman - which was a thing to show, by the way, what
imagination Americans could have: the story of the shipwrecked Gordon Pym,
who, drifting in a small boat further toward the North Pole - or was it the
South? - than anyone had ever done, found at a given moment before him a
thickness of white air that was like a dazzling curtain of light, concealing
as darkness conceals, yet of the colour of milk or of snow vast He
remembered to have read, as a boy, a wonderful tale by Allan Poe, his
prospective wife's countryman - which was a thing to show, by the way, what
imagination Americans could have: the story of the shipwrecked Gordon Pym,
who, drifting in a small boat further toward the North Pole - or was it the
South? - than anyone had ever done, found at a given moment before him a
thickness of white air that was like a dazzling curtain of light, concealing
as darkness conceals, yet of the colour of milk or of snow verve murmur...
