On recovering my senses, I hastened to quit a place where I hoped there was nothing further to detain me. I first filled my pockets with gold, then fastened the strings of the purse round my neck, and concealed it in my bosom.
—from Peter Schlemiel: The Man Who Sold His Shadow, a book by Adelbert von Chamisso
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| Default (English) | 44,903 | 82.56 | January 14, 2017 |
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| All TypeRacer Texts | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |