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“My dear Joan,” Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience, “don’t you see that we’ve all got to be sacrificed?
— from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf
These closed ranks, each separate hand or whorl reaching half way around the stalk, grow so quickly that in six or eight weeks the bunch weighs fifty pounds or more.
— from Bananas: Nature's Institution for the Promotion of Laziness by Edward Wilkin Perry
True, within the past year it appeared to have lost its power; but formerly, especially when she had devoted herself very earnestly to religious exercises, she had often, without knowing how or why, left her bed and wandered about, not only in her chamber but through the house.
— from In the Fire of the Forge: A Romance of Old Nuremberg — Volume 02 by Georg Ebers
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