The Sheltering Sky
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insouciance
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she had also learned how to cook, which last talent proved to be a true blessing
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tousled bed:
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“Always is not quite the word.”
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“Yes, I accuse him,” Port said stubbornly, nettled by the lieu-tenant’s voice.
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He smiled archly.
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takes energy to invest life with meaning, and at present this energy was lacking.
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impelled
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Perhaps it was the sudden appearance of the stars in the square of sky framed by the window, which helped to determine the course of their conversation.
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mean, I used to think that life was a thing that kept gaining impetus. It would get richer and deeper each year.
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It’s more like smoking a cigarette. The first few puffs it tastes wonderful, and you don’t even think of its ever being used up. Then you begin taking it for granted. Suddenly you realize it’s nearly burned down to the end. And then’s when you’re conscious of the bitter taste.”
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almost upsetting his glass
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stolidly.
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febrile eagerness
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staccato gestures;
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gamins
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To efface her feeling of guilt
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These held the reins proudly, their kohl-farded eyes were fierce above the draped indigo veils that hid their faces.
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namely, that the difference between something and nothing is nothing
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The inflamed shafts of distant sunlight sifted down from the sky along with the air’s fine grit; the insistent wind seemed about to blow away what feeble strands of light there were.
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reproof.
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She bounded up
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The sun had set; the earth was like a single ember alone on the hearth, rapidly cooling and growing black.
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She forced down the amorphous lumps of dough fried in deep fat and served cold, the pieces of cartilaginous meat, and the soggy bread, murmuring vague compliments which were warmly received, but which led her hosts to press more of the food upon her.
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His overtures to her had been made out of pity (because she was a woman) and out of vanity (because he was a man), and the two feelings together had awakened the acquisitive desire of the trophy collector, nothing more.
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Inwardly Tunner winced.
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The huge red ants were rushing along the ground waving their front legs and mandibles belligerently in the air.
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gabby
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mucking about
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factitious
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tallowy,
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interludes
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inimical.
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gauche.
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