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"But still," Logroscino stammered, "but still - this does not got to be true . . . . What kind of surgeon are you?"
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"But still," Logroscino stammered, "but still - this does not got to be true . . . . What kind of surgeon are you?"
1919
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.1644
known by reproduction only
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"Oh," exclaimed Magnus, "You shouldn't talk so! Ve got plenty to eat. Dere bane lots people in Norvay would yump at de shance to yange places wit' us."
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"-we cut and hewed the outside into the true shape of a boat"
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1920
"And he'd stop and disentangle hisself from all kinds of ridin"'
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"Look!" cried Crawford exultantly. "What you see? . . . Jim!" "Amber's mirage!"
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