The fish ran off two hundred yards and then burst up on the surface.
— from Tales of Fishes by Zane Grey
I look up at some of the houses near me and see a number of the natives in their dark robes standing like statues on the flat roofs of their homes, yet watching every movement of the stranger that has so unexpectedly appeared in their midst.
— from My Three Days in Gilead by Elmer U. (Elmer Ulysses) Hoenshel
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