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- Page 11 and 12: felt that Orwell had ‘rather let
- Page 13 and 14: A Note on the Text Burmese Days pos
- Page 15 and 16: I U Po Kyin, Sub-divisional Magistr
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- Page 19 and 20: than bribery; they expect a native
- Page 21 and 22: Ma Kin bent her head over her sewin
- Page 23 and 24: if it had not proved a convenient s
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- Page 29 and 30: Mrs Lackersteen, unequal to the qua
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- Page 43 and 44: Ko S’la put the tea-tray down on
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- Page 47 and 48: Flory got out of the water, put on
- Page 49 and 50: V In spite of the whisky he had dru
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streaming egrets-were more native t
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‘No.’ ‘You have been in priso
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(Signed) A FRIEND. The letter was w
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did not think she could be much pas
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‘What it means to meet somebody w
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VII Elizabeth lay on the sofa in th
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‘school’ where she produced gre
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of the bow was like a moving arrowh
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‘And oh, aunt, such an interestin
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there would be a scandal when they
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grotesque, it’s even ugly, with a
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sahib’. Mr Macgregor made a very
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IX During the next fortnight a grea
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S’la’s notions of what went on
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He was anything but tactful with he
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‘Thanks, I’ll remember about th
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example-she seemed to have an enthu
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‘Oh, it’s all right, they’ll
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girls wear broad brass rings to str
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They walked up the road, he to the
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murder by poison, murder by sympath
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Thongwa to rebel, and then I arrest
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‘Do you not see, woman? Do you no
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operations. ‘Belly-cutting’ was
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‘Ah, I have a few friends left. B
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shoulder. Flory walked into the hou
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Instantly she cried out in renewed
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naked boy was standing between two
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were tattooed with dark blue patter
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As they were walking to the fifth b
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‘Oh, do let’s! Oh, what awful f
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stroked his beautiful white belly,
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morning when he met her, and the si
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to marry him? He was being so slow
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teetotal pledge tomorrow morning. H
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‘I’m afraid you won’t get any
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to his feet. He was badly bruised,
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‘Oh, shut up! I’m sick of the s
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that ran down to the Irrawaddy. The
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‘Go away this instant! If you fol
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help. The doctor sent back a quanti
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struck too hard, came swishing thro
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‘Hell!’ said Ellis. He went int
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there was no sleep yet for Elizabet
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Verrall could drop his offensive ma
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Flory being brought indoors-and cam
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Lackersteen came back to the drawin
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XX Next morning there was great exc
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in that there is no disguising it,
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XXI O Western wind, when wilt thou
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‘Our friend Ellis appears surpris
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him, and he took the drawer of whit
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clothes. Every face except Elizabet
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Though they were four to one he was
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shouting that they were not to begi
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‘The river!’ One of those start
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‘Here, you!’ cried Flory to the
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XXIII Next day the town was quieter
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the danger had really been, and she
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masterstroke to cope with a situati
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‘Well, what I mean to say-train
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XXIV It was nearly six o’clock in
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debaucheries, the lies, the pain of
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‘I really don’t know what you
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eproach him for the kick he had giv
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written on his tombstone that he co
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Glasgow electrician named Macdougal
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