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         <title>To Build a Fire</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Day had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little-travelled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>To Build a Fire</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Then the man drowsed off into what seemed to him the most comfortable and satisfying sleep he had ever known. The dog sat facing him and waiting. The brief day drew to a close in a long, slow twilight."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;The Sniper&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>The Sniper</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The sniper looked at his enemy falling and he shuddered. The lust of battle died in him. He became bitten by remorse.</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Cautiously he raised himself and peered over the parapet. There was a flash and a bullet whizzed over his head. He dropped immediately.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>A Retrieved Reformation</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Lot of nickel-plated shoe-horns in there,” said Jimmy, coolly, “that I’m going to return. Thought I’d save express charges by taking them up. I’m getting awfully economical.”</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Pulling out from the wall a folding-bed, Jimmy slid back a panel in the wall and dragged out a dust-covered suitcase. He opened this and gazed fondly at the finest set of burglar’s tools in the East. It was a complete set, made of specially tempered steel, the latest designs in drills, punches, braces and bits, jimmies, clamps, and augers, with two or three novelties, invented by Jimmy himself, in which he took pride.</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Disregarding the song of the birds, the waving green trees, and the smell of the flowers, Jimmy headed straight for a restaurant. There he tasted the first sweet joys of liberty in the shape of a broiled chicken and a bottle of white wine — followed by a cigar a grade better than the one the warden had given him.</div>]]></description>
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