urisedes 35. Conjure up välja manama 36. Dress down for class tunniks mugavalt? riietuma (vastand dress up pidulikult riietuma) 37. Folded herself sinuously onto the floor kõverdas (voltis) end põrandal looklevasse asendisse 38. Come to the end of his gloat ta lakkas tundmast kahjurõõmu 39. Bravado was wearing off trots hakkas hajuma 40. Off limits sisenemine keelatud 41. Slouch off eemale lonkima, löntsima 42. Tumult that my mind shied away from lärm, millest mu mõistus püüdis eemale tõmbuda 43. Keep up his string of complaints jätkas oma kaebuste rodu 44. Groan in unison ühiselt, ühehäälselt oigama A bunch of opinions about ''Twilight''. From a single person, actually. I have read Stephenie Meyer's Twilight for three times already. The first time, I read it, I dug into it with little or no expectations, when it had just recently been published and had not yet
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It was another snarl; a deeper, wilder roar that rang with fury. I was brought back, almost to the surface, by a sharp pain slashing my upraised hand, but I couldn't find my way back far enough to open my eyes. And then I knew I was dead. Because, through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted. "Oh no, Bella, no!" the angel's voice cried in horror. Behind that longed-for sound was another noise -- an awful tumult that my mind shied away from. A vicious bass growling, a shocking snapping sound, and a high keening, suddenly breaking off... I tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead. "Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, Bella, please!" he begged. Yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn't find my lips. "Carlisle!" the angel called, agony in his perfect voice. "Bella, Bella, no, oh please, no, no!" And the angel was sobbing tearless, broken sobs.
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