AlhitawiMohammed22/En_IAM_lines · Datasets at Hugging Face

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r06-057-03.png	valley with a sea of vines and olives
r06-057-04.png	and beaches of earth pricked to blood by
r06-057-05.png	the hoe . Rising from the flecked sea are
r06-057-06.png	islands tapering to shipwrecked castles and
r06-057-07.png	towns , grey , rose-headed mariners clinging
r06-057-08.png	like limpets to the rock .
r06-062-00.png	There is a curd of morning smoke and
r06-062-01.png	a muffled bell taps the sky . Here we
r06-062-02.png	stopped , as in fine weather we always
r06-062-03.png	stopped . Down below is the village of
r06-062-04.png	Cagnes , but between are pockets of
r06-062-05.png	heat and cold like the hands of
r06-062-06.png	friends or strangers , and a flurry of
r06-062-07.png	early smells , the dark bosoms of
r06-062-08.png	beech and the thin pine fingers
r06-062-09.png	kissed by the sun .
r06-066-00.png	Then here was Nice , and the old holiday
r06-066-01.png	sea , blue as a new school exercise
r06-066-02.png	book . The same old Nice , creamy ,
r06-066-03.png	vulgar , out of time , bitter-sweet with
r06-066-04.png	the ghosts of dead monarchs and brilliant
r06-066-05.png	prostitutes , edging past grubby grandeur
r06-066-06.png	to the old sleeping port . This , and
r06-066-07.png	Paris , were my ruined pavilions , and I
r06-066-08.png	could catch the taste of dead dreams on
r06-066-09.png	my tongue like spray .
r06-070-00.png	We parked the Lambretta opposite the
r06-070-01.png	Negresco , and went to the beach to
r06-070-02.png	have a swim . Amazing bedlam rocked
r06-070-03.png	in our eyes . The sea boiled with waves ,
r06-070-04.png	they galloped to the walls and spumed
r06-070-05.png	over the Promenade des Anglais . A huge
r06-070-06.png	crowd had collected . There were firemen
r06-070-07.png	and policemen and ambulances , and the
r06-070-08.png	eyes of the spectators were hard with
r06-070-09.png	disaster .
r06-076-00.png	They all had that neat look of
r06-076-01.png	Mediterranean people to whom nothing
r06-076-02.png	could ever happen , the chosen sane , the
r06-076-03.png	uncuckolded , unrobbed , sheltered from
r06-076-04.png	disease and accident by doctors , God and
r06-076-05.png	the municipality . Yet , at any time now ,
r06-076-06.png	the bell would ring for them - the gilded
r06-076-07.png	love house , the mad grandmother or the
r06-076-08.png	bloody child at the crossroads .
r06-090-00.png	It was growing cold . We left the
r06-090-01.png	crowd and drove back to Vence .
r06-090-02.png	The cool evening perfumes stood
r06-090-03.png	beckoning at the corners of the roads .
r06-090-04.png	Mart is unable to smell ( her sense
r06-090-05.png	organs were impaired years ago ) , and
r06-090-06.png	I had to explain the low , sharp and
r06-090-07.png	sweet signals in the air . When we
r06-090-08.png	got back home we felt exhausted .
r06-090-09.png	London sickness ( a sense of guilt ,
r06-090-10.png	mingled with the memory of sandwiches
r06-097-00.png	We went straight to bed and slept until
r06-097-01.png	the turtle-doves drummed up the
r06-097-02.png	sun . The next morning , in the square
r06-097-03.png	opposite Pierre's , I read about the Nice
r06-097-04.png	beach catastrophe in the Patriote .
r06-097-05.png	Mart had been right , the body had been
r06-097-06.png	a woman's . It belonged to a Madame
r06-097-07.png	N. Enquiries had been made in the
r06-097-08.png	neighbourhood , and it transpired that
r06-097-09.png	Madame N's husband had made an
r06-097-10.png	arrangement with the dead lady's sister
r06-103-00.png	The sister , able to swim , had returned
r06-103-01.png	to the shore , but instead of returning
r06-103-02.png	to her brother-in-law ( with whom
r06-103-03.png	she had an illicit relationship ) , she
r06-103-04.png	went to her fiance*?2's house and
r06-103-05.png	confessed everything . Her fiance*?2
r06-103-06.png	reported her to the police , and then jumped
r06-103-07.png	off a cliff near Monte Carlo .
r06-106-00.png	The day I promised to take Catherine
r06-106-01.png	down to visit my young friend Philip
r06-106-02.png	at his school in the country , we were
r06-106-03.png	to leave at eleven , but she arrived
r06-106-04.png	at nine . Her blue dress was new ,
r06-106-05.png	and so were her fashionable shoes . Her
r06-106-06.png	hair had just been done . She looked
r06-106-07.png	more than ever like a pink and gold
r06-106-08.png	Renoir girl who expects everything from
r06-106-09.png	life .
r06-111-00.png	Catherine lives in a white house
r06-111-01.png	overlooking the sweeping brown tides
r06-111-02.png	of the river . She helped me clean up my
r06-111-03.png	flat with a devotion which said that
r06-111-04.png	she felt small flats were altogether more
r06-111-05.png	romantic than large houses . We drank
r06-111-06.png	tea , and talked mainly about Philip , who ,
r06-111-07.png	being 15 , has pure stern tastes in every-
r06-111-08.png	thing from food to music .
r06-115-00.png	Catherine looked at the books lying
r06-115-01.png	around his room , and asked if she
r06-115-02.png	might borrow the stories of Isaac Babel
r06-115-03.png	to read on the train . Catherine is 13 .
r06-115-04.png	I suggested she might find them dif-
r06-115-05.png	ficult , but she said , ' Philip reads them ,

r06-057-03.png

valley with a sea of vines and olives

r06-057-04.png

and beaches of earth pricked to blood by

r06-057-05.png

the hoe . Rising from the flecked sea are

r06-057-06.png

islands tapering to shipwrecked castles and

r06-057-07.png

towns , grey , rose-headed mariners clinging

r06-057-08.png

like limpets to the rock .

r06-062-00.png

There is a curd of morning smoke and

r06-062-01.png

a muffled bell taps the sky . Here we

r06-062-02.png

stopped , as in fine weather we always

r06-062-03.png

stopped . Down below is the village of

r06-062-04.png

Cagnes , but between are pockets of

r06-062-05.png

heat and cold like the hands of

r06-062-06.png

friends or strangers , and a flurry of

r06-062-07.png

early smells , the dark bosoms of

r06-062-08.png

beech and the thin pine fingers

r06-062-09.png

kissed by the sun .

r06-066-00.png

Then here was Nice , and the old holiday

r06-066-01.png

sea , blue as a new school exercise

r06-066-02.png

book . The same old Nice , creamy ,

r06-066-03.png

vulgar , out of time , bitter-sweet with

r06-066-04.png

the ghosts of dead monarchs and brilliant

r06-066-05.png

prostitutes , edging past grubby grandeur

r06-066-06.png

to the old sleeping port . This , and

r06-066-07.png

Paris , were my ruined pavilions , and I

r06-066-08.png

could catch the taste of dead dreams on

r06-066-09.png

my tongue like spray .

r06-070-00.png

We parked the Lambretta opposite the

r06-070-01.png

Negresco , and went to the beach to

r06-070-02.png

have a swim . Amazing bedlam rocked

r06-070-03.png

in our eyes . The sea boiled with waves ,

r06-070-04.png

they galloped to the walls and spumed

r06-070-05.png

over the Promenade des Anglais . A huge

r06-070-06.png

crowd had collected . There were firemen

r06-070-07.png

and policemen and ambulances , and the

r06-070-08.png

eyes of the spectators were hard with

r06-070-09.png

disaster .

r06-076-00.png

They all had that neat look of

r06-076-01.png

Mediterranean people to whom nothing

r06-076-02.png

could ever happen , the chosen sane , the

r06-076-03.png

uncuckolded , unrobbed , sheltered from

r06-076-04.png

disease and accident by doctors , God and

r06-076-05.png

the municipality . Yet , at any time now ,

r06-076-06.png

the bell would ring for them - the gilded

r06-076-07.png

love house , the mad grandmother or the

r06-076-08.png

bloody child at the crossroads .

r06-090-00.png

It was growing cold . We left the

r06-090-01.png

crowd and drove back to Vence .

r06-090-02.png

The cool evening perfumes stood

r06-090-03.png

beckoning at the corners of the roads .

r06-090-04.png

Mart is unable to smell ( her sense

r06-090-05.png

organs were impaired years ago ) , and

r06-090-06.png

I had to explain the low , sharp and

r06-090-07.png

sweet signals in the air . When we

r06-090-08.png

got back home we felt exhausted .

r06-090-09.png

London sickness ( a sense of guilt ,

r06-090-10.png

mingled with the memory of sandwiches

r06-097-00.png

We went straight to bed and slept until

r06-097-01.png

the turtle-doves drummed up the

r06-097-02.png

sun . The next morning , in the square

r06-097-03.png

opposite Pierre's , I read about the Nice

r06-097-04.png

beach catastrophe in the Patriote .

r06-097-05.png

Mart had been right , the body had been

r06-097-06.png

a woman's . It belonged to a Madame

r06-097-07.png

N. Enquiries had been made in the

r06-097-08.png

neighbourhood , and it transpired that

r06-097-09.png

Madame N's husband had made an

r06-097-10.png

arrangement with the dead lady's sister

r06-103-00.png

The sister , able to swim , had returned

r06-103-01.png

to the shore , but instead of returning

r06-103-02.png

to her brother-in-law ( with whom

r06-103-03.png

she had an illicit relationship ) , she

r06-103-04.png

went to her fiance*?2's house and

r06-103-05.png

confessed everything . Her fiance*?2

r06-103-06.png

reported her to the police , and then jumped

r06-103-07.png

off a cliff near Monte Carlo .

r06-106-00.png

The day I promised to take Catherine

r06-106-01.png

down to visit my young friend Philip

r06-106-02.png

at his school in the country , we were

r06-106-03.png

to leave at eleven , but she arrived

r06-106-04.png

at nine . Her blue dress was new ,

r06-106-05.png

and so were her fashionable shoes . Her

r06-106-06.png

hair had just been done . She looked

r06-106-07.png

more than ever like a pink and gold

r06-106-08.png

Renoir girl who expects everything from

r06-106-09.png

life .

r06-111-00.png

Catherine lives in a white house

r06-111-01.png

overlooking the sweeping brown tides

r06-111-02.png

of the river . She helped me clean up my

r06-111-03.png

flat with a devotion which said that

r06-111-04.png

she felt small flats were altogether more

r06-111-05.png

romantic than large houses . We drank

r06-111-06.png

tea , and talked mainly about Philip , who ,

r06-111-07.png

being 15 , has pure stern tastes in every-

r06-111-08.png

thing from food to music .

r06-115-00.png

Catherine looked at the books lying

r06-115-01.png

around his room , and asked if she

r06-115-02.png

might borrow the stories of Isaac Babel

r06-115-03.png

to read on the train . Catherine is 13 .

r06-115-04.png

I suggested she might find them dif-

r06-115-05.png

ficult , but she said , ' Philip reads them ,