1 And here in this new country, safe from the twin perils of the land he had left--taxation that ate up crops and barns and the ever-present threat of sudden confiscation--he intended to have them.
2 These twin lines of somber trees were his, his the abandoned lawn, waist high in weeds under white-starred young magnolia trees.
3 Through the window Scarlett could see the bright riot of the twin lanes of daffodils bordering the graveled driveway and the golden masses of yellow jessamine spreading flowery sprangles modestly to the earth like crinolines.
4 With those precious twin lines of iron in danger, the Confederates left their desperately defended rifle pits and, under the starlight, made a forced march to Resaca by the short, direct road.
5 Feet swished and scraped and patted as the twin lines danced toward each other, retreated, whirled and made arches of their arms.
6 There was something in their depths she did not recognize, could not understand, something deeper than anger, stronger than pain, something driving him until his eyes glowed redly like twin coals.
7 Two black braids fell on either side of her face and her closed eyes were sunken in twin purple circles.
8 The city of Gopher Prairie welcomes her to our midst and prophesies for her many happy years in the energetic city of the twin lakes and the future.
9 Queequeg was my own inseparable twin brother; nor could I any way get rid of the dangerous liabilities which the hempen bond entailed.
10 When father died, he left the whole property to us twin boys, to be divided as we should agree.
11 No sight could be more singular and beautiful than that of these twin brothers.
12 She held my hand impersonally, as a promise that she'd take care of me in a minute, and gave ear to two girls in twin yellow dresses who stopped at the foot of the steps.
13 He turned his eyes on Mr. Jaggers whenever he raised them from the table, and was as dry and distant to me as if there were twin Wemmicks, and this was the wrong one.
14 From my point of view, he was the wrong twin all the time, and only externally like the Wemmick of Walworth.
15 Mrs. Micawber shook her head, and dropped a pious tear upon the twin who happened to be in hand.
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