On the Subject of Cracking Cryptography
There is no doubt that The Defuser was dead.
Sentences
Letters | Words | Text |
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1, 6, 4, 3 | 15 | A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. |
1, 9, 9, 8 | 9 | A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! |
2, 3, 3, 3 | 7 | It was all the same to him. |
2, 3, 3, 4 | 7 | It was the very thing he liked. |
2, 4, 3, 3 | 27 | To edge his way along the crowded paths of life, warning all human sympathy to keep its distance, was what the knowing ones call “nuts” to Scrooge. |
2, 4, 3, 6 | 7 | he iced his coffee in the dogdays; |
2, 4, 4, 4 | 24 | No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. |
2, 6, 2, 3 | 4 | Of course he did. |
2, 6, 5, 4 | 9 | No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. |
2, 7, 3, 3 | 10 | He carried his own low temperature always about with him; |
3, 2, 3, 1 | 10 | But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! |
3, 4, 3, 5 | 8 | The firm was known as Scrooge and Marley. |
3, 4, 3, 7 | 5 | But what did Scrooge care! |
3, 4, 4, 3 | 16 | and when they saw him coming on, would tug their owners into doorways and up courts; |
3, 4, 5, 3 | 22 | and then would wag their tails as though they said, “No eye at all is better than an evil eye, dark master!” |
3, 4, 6, 3 | 18 | The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; |