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... but in the Armenian quarter eight hundred houses were burned and a hundred persons killed . In the neighboring districts of Aleppo and Sivas the Christian villages were attacked by Kurds , Circassians , and nomads .
... but in the Armenian quarter eight hundred houses were burned and a hundred persons killed . In the neighboring districts of Aleppo and Sivas the Christian villages were attacked by Kurds , Circassians , and nomads .
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A MEMORIAL TO THE FIRST FEDERALIST to Among the memorials great Americans which have been erect- ed at the National Capital there is one as- tonishing omission ; in the hundred years since his death no monument has been erect- ed in ...
A MEMORIAL TO THE FIRST FEDERALIST to Among the memorials great Americans which have been erect- ed at the National Capital there is one as- tonishing omission ; in the hundred years since his death no monument has been erect- ed in ...
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The man on my left pushed the poise along the beam till it balanced , and read off my weight , " One hundred and seventy pounds . " Both men recorded the figures in their books . Then the other man leaned over to the left and dropped ...
The man on my left pushed the poise along the beam till it balanced , and read off my weight , " One hundred and seventy pounds . " Both men recorded the figures in their books . Then the other man leaned over to the left and dropped ...
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35 frauding the Government , or , if the duty weights were correct , the Company on cargo after cargo was paying for fifty , a two hundred thousand hundred , even pounds of sugar which it never got . Was the Company so careless that it ...
35 frauding the Government , or , if the duty weights were correct , the Company on cargo after cargo was paying for fifty , a two hundred thousand hundred , even pounds of sugar which it never got . Was the Company so careless that it ...
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... frozen Volga , where women were washing clothes in holes chopped through the ice ; and at last , after two days and nights , my express drew into Samara - seven hundred miles in forty - eight hours - fifteen miles an hour .
... frozen Volga , where women were washing clothes in holes chopped through the ice ; and at last , after two days and nights , my express drew into Samara - seven hundred miles in forty - eight hours - fifteen miles an hour .
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