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At the pub, beneath the horse chestnut that drops
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Gilla’s gg is a chestnut like Sefir, though not nearly as beautiful nor as graceful
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‘I’d heard that chestnut mares tend to be sprightly and highly strung – it’s clear she likes a challenge
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The more we entered his wilderness home amongst these natural meadows of lushness with their chestnut and cherry trees standing guard, the more he relaxed and began shouting sudden 'whoopas' and slapping his thigh and asking questions of the goats and pointing to things that weren't even there
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under a spreading horse chestnut tree that creaked alarmingly in the
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shade of a chestnut tree, removing his sandals gingerly
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vaulted in Spanish chestnut, with a channel of fresh water
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His chestnut curls were held back by a thin leather band
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Willow made her hair curly and added a red tint to her chestnut brown shade
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He hung up the call and went back to staring at the foamy top of his chestnut colored drink
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She couldn’t see his face, but knew that it was Homer from his chestnut curls and an old scar on the back of his right hand
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I was at Paul Matthew’s clothier shop on Chestnut Street
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The Chestnut trees were
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On the second night, a night of a near full waxing moon with bright stars lighting up the dark sky, Adem and his friends visited the Chestnut Quarter of the city, a section of streets and laneways mostly made up of two- or three-story inns and taverns sometimes built right up next to one another without a laneway between
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The Chestnut Quarter was one of the poorer districts of the city though at festival time the nobility also mixed with the common people in the ale houses and on the streets
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Adem had witnessed these rules of celebration in many of the inns and taverns they had passed through on their way to the Chestnut Quarter
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The scenes were similar in the Chestnut Quarter though the number of nobility and merchants was almost halved and the soldiers serving as bodyguards more than doubled with the rest of the crowd being made up of servants and common folk, both mortal and immortal
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As they were leaving the Chestnut Quarter, they had to cross a distance of streets that were mostly houses with darkened windows and few street lamps still alight
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The woman stirred towards consciousness, her long chestnut hair wild across her face
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His hair a dark chestnut with what seemed like flames of red streaking through it
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She helped Beth select a chestnut thoroughbred stallion that snorted eagerly when led from its stall, and which she described as a great mount for an experienced rider but slightly headstrong
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He needed something more macho - suitable to his stature - like the chestnut thoroughbred stallion that stomped and snorted in a nearby stall
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When done, add some chopped parsley and thicken with chestnut flour or fine wholemeal
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With your old aged chestnut trees, your vineyards and oak trees
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37 And Jacob took him rods of green poplar, and of the hazel and chestnut tree; and pilled white strakes in them, and made the white appear which was in the rods
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I saw the irony of again living on a state highway #32 (See Chestnut St
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every rodent was Joey Chestnut and wanted to see who could eat
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A few days later, riding the big chestnut Troaz’d left me, I tracked him to his place in the woods
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But then I knew for sure that Louella and Fred were on the ferry because, tied to the back of the wagon was a large chestnut horse
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I mean, back then they used the old chestnut they must use food stuffs
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‘They have already been pushed too hard,’ agreed Corvus, as he patted down the sweat from his chestnut steed
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"You surprise me," Eva said quietly as she gazed at Zoe, her chestnut hair matted with mud but her eyes shining brightly
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Zoe’s chestnut hair whipped around her face as she stared up at the twin funnels
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A kid of about 15 – pale skin and rich curly chestnut hair took a fancy to me
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By the time I realised Chestnut had gone I was wobbly
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There was no hangover, but it was an experience I had no desire to repeat, so went out into the square and gave the packet to a delighted Chestnut who took me to the men-only ‘Dancing Boy Café’ where a bored-looking and far too succulent pre-pubescent lad wearing yellow harem trousers slung low enough to reveal a deep navel, and coin bracelets around wrists and ankles, performed a belly dance
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I didn't find it erotic and said as much to Chestnut
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She’s smaller than I thought she’d be, with chestnut hair and porcelain skin
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She nods slowly, her chestnut curls floating about her face
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A little girl with chestnut hair who could be none other than Resa
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“No! Angel is-” ‘Angel’ touched Resa’s head, smoothing her fingers through Resa’s chestnut curls
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Victor handed her a chestnut horse as he took a white one
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can water chestnut, sliced
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The pigeon flew up to a perch in a chestnut tree, her soft wings making a whirring sound
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In fact, if she were a normal size and as fierce as a bobcat, Squirrel Girl would have been up in the chestnut tree as fast as her pigeon friend
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Chestnut looked astonished, then proud, then confused, and finally went with being proud
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“But that has nothing to do with spying or war or bravery,” Chestnut said
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The group had about enough of this, and the old badger said he was becoming sorry he had made the suggestion, but, now that he had, he was going to make another, that Charcoal and Chestnut and the other young squirrels move into their home trees to make their decision, and give everyone else some peace
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Actually, he started out a handsome young man with warm brown eyes, thick wavy chestnut hair and a nice build, which attracted his first wife
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For several minutes he lay there watching the sleeping woman, his eyes caressing the fine features and the glistening chestnut hair that curled round the high cheekbones and delicately framed the broad Orlov forehead
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The spotted chestnut coat was coated with caked dirt and clumps of sandspurs as Charlie draped a saddle blanket over his head mercifully covering the fear drenched eyeballs
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Greg wondered if the chestnut brown filly he had dropped off what seemed forever ago would remember him
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as if struck by lightning, unwilling to believe that it was her, the fluffy chestnut
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As soon as he finished eating his chestnut I resumed my
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She was still under the chestnut tree, sobbing at her husband’s knees, when they brought in Colonel Aureliano Buendía, wrapped in a blanket that was stiff with dry blood and with his eyes open in rage
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It was an intricate stew of truths and mirages that convulsed the ghost of José Arcadio Buendía under the chestnut tree with impatience and made him wander all through the house even in broad daylight
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One morning he found Úrsula weeping under the chestnut tree at the knees of her dead husband
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He stopped for an instant in front of the chestnut tree and once again he saw that the empty space before him did not arouse an affection either
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One had to see only the days of sun and dew that poor José Arcadio Buendía went through under the chestnut tree and all the time weeded to mourn his death before they brought in a dying Colonel Aureliano Buendía, who after so much war and so much suffering from it was still not fifty years of age
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Since the last time that he had gone out into the street to propose a war without any future to Colonel Geri-neldo Márquez, he left the workshop only to urinate under the chestnut tree
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On another day the nuns got all excited because Colonel Aureliano Buendía had urinated under the chestnut tree without being concerned that the schoolgirls were in the courtyard
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Then he went to the chestnut tree, thinking about the circus, and while he urinated he tried to keep on thinking about the circus, but he could no longer find the memory
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He pulled his head in between his shoul-ders like a baby chick and remained motionless with his forehead against the trunk of the chestnut tree
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At home, Amaranta was weaving her interminable shroud and Úrsula dragged about in her decrepitude through the depths of the shadows where the only thing that was still visible was the ghost of José Arcadio Buendía under the chestnut tree
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She was not seen to cry during the ascension to heaven of Remedios the Beauty or over the extermination of the Aurelianos or the death of Colonel Aureliano Buendía, who was the person she loved most in this world, although she showed it only when they found his body under the chestnut tree
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She left him in the room, but she succeeded in getting them to leave the padlock off, clean it every day, throw the chamberpots away except for one, and to keep José Arcadio Segundo as clean and presentable as his great--grandfather had been during his long captivity under the chestnut tree
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In order to conjure away Fernanda’s alleged curse, she told Aureliano Segundo that he should soak a broody hen and bury her alive under the chestnut tree, and he did it with such good faith that when he finished hiding the turned-up earth with dried leaves he already felt that he was breathing better
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The assistant ruffled his fingers through his shaggy chestnut brown hair
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the way the older man with the craggy features and chestnut hair that was graying at the temples had his head bowed
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Charles Chestnut, the young houseman who had been employed at the Ocean Forest for many years, ever since he was in grade school, and who was widely known for his charming smile and hospitable nature, stood perfectly still in the doorway with his cap clenched tightly in his small hands, giving the impression that he was humbly awaiting the conclusion of the conversation he had plainly overheard
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pillows, her long chestnut hair flowing everywhere
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rope from the horn of the saddle on the chestnut closest to him
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The younger, a dirty chestnut, lifted its chin in welcome to Mosh
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On the desk there were several ornately framed photographs of her astride a beautiful chestnut mare; she was wearing traditional riding clothes—a small black helmet in which most of her hair was tucked, khaki riding breeches, a white turtleneck, and a black jacket
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just one branch of a chestnut tree, and on the branch were two
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Using a sharp knife cut off the flat area and scrape out the chestnut meat
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Place the chestnut meat into a blender
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For one thing, that old chestnut about what constitutes a good translation was given a nice nose twist
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She’d an exquisite knot of chestnut curls pinned to her head, and a face that looked about my age
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She took a chestnut and ate it, hull and all
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More howls broke the air as a group of chestnut horses
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Another of the warriors dove from his chestnut stallion
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She mounted the chestnut steed Herne had brought her and heard the creak of leather as Herne mounted the other animal behind her
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She urged the chestnut into a trot and reined it in next to
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Ceri rubbed the chestnut down and made sure that there was hay in the
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The chestnut steed was already saddled and bridled, Ceri mounted in one
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have shown that 300 mg three times per day of a standardized extract of horse chestnut
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‗Not that old chestnut again
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As the taxi drove up the long driveway to his parents’ waterfront property, he could see the white stately house that had gray blinders and two pillars with stairs leading to the massive chestnut door with brass door handles
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It was an unfinished chestnut coffin with the hinges broken from his fall
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There was a lady with long black hair and chestnut eyes in the corner
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The General spooked back, causing a domino effect as two other horses, Ace and Chestnut, reared and snorted
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The General, Chestnut, Rambo, and Rusty were the most stubborn of the herd, all constantly vying for the upper ranks in the pecking order, and Therese didn’t like having to hit or kick or growl at the animals to get their cooperation
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Both mother and daughter, with their long hair of corn and their deep chestnut eyes, put a hand on Therese’s shoulders, and Than saw the family they might have made
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All day long I am giving out table linen, ordering meals, supporting the feeble knees of servants, making appropriate and amiable remarks to officers, presiding as gracefully as nature permits at meals, and trying to look as though I were happy; while out in the garden--oh, I know how it is looking out in the garden this golden weather, how the placid hours are slipping by in unchanged peace, how strong the scent of roses and ripe fruit is, how the sleepy bees drone round the flowers, how warmly the sun shines in that corner where the little Spanish chestnut is turning yellow--the first to turn, and never afterwards surpassed in autumn beauty; I know how still it is down there in my fir wood, where the insects hum undisturbed in the warm, quiet air; I know what the plain looks like from the seat under the oak, how beautiful, with its rolling green waves burning to gold under the afternoon sky; I know how the hawks circle over it, and how the larks sing above it, and I edge as near to the open window as I can, straining my ears to hear them, and forgetting the young men who are telling me of all the races their horses win as completely as though they did not exist
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After passing them we came to a broad gravel road at right angles to the one we were on, with restaurants and villas on either side, trim rows of iron lamp-posts and stripling chestnut trees, and a wide gap at the end at the edge of the cliff below which lay the sea
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And I know about the chestnut woods, real chestnuts that you eat afterwards, along the steep sides of the lakes, miles and miles of them, with deep green moss underneath, and I know about the queer black grapes that sting your tongue and fill the world with a smell of strawberries in September, and what the Appian way looks like in April when it is still waving flowery grass burning in an immensity of light, and I know the honey-colour of the houses in the old parts of Rome, and that the irises they sell there in the streets are like pale pink coral--and all one needs to do to see these things for oneself is to catch a train at Meuk
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When he took her up into the hills, into solitary places where the chestnut woods went on for miles and no one ever came but charcoal-burners, he was not, as it were, there
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His hair is chestnut with natural auburn highlights
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Caramel skin, warm chestnut eyes and silver streaked hair
