Word: stole
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...short of silverware, borrowed what she needed to piece out from her neighbor Mrs. Anna Allan. To return them early next morning, the Leiter chauffeur loaded them carefully into the Leiter Rolls-Royce. Out of the car few minutes later, as it stood in the Leiter driveway, thieves stole the borrowed silverware: eight salt spoons, two pepper two salt shakers, two pepper pots...
...from them. And from thee too, Jacob, I am sore to part, for we were the right ones for each other. And now thou must muse alone and learn without Rachel who God is. Learn, then, and fare well. And forgive too,' she breathed, 'that I stole the teraphim.' [Laban's household gods.] Then Death passed over her countenance and put out its light...
...sheet. Gazette du Franc et des Nations, in 1925, and sold $4,000,000 worth of securities to poor Frenchmen, eight of whom committed suicide when she was jailed for swindling and bankruptcy. For 15 months she sat in her cell, without trial, out of public sight. Meanwhile, someone stole a bale of documents from the prosecuting attorney's office, later mailed back the rifled closet key. Finally, in 1930, Marthe went on a hunger strike to get her case into court, became a popular heroine. Forbidden to feed her forcibly in jail, police transferred her to a hospital...
...sleek modernistic house built by a demented Austrian (Boris Karloff) on the remains of a World War fortress. A bus accident one stormy night sends into this evil abode a U. S. detective story writer, his bride, and a jittery psychiatrist (Bela Lugosi) who suspects that years ago Karloff stole his wife and daughter. Lugosi's suspicions are confirmed when Karloff shows him his waxy-looking spouse among a collection of prettily embalmed women in the cellar. In an attempt to kill Karloff, lugubrious Lugosi is scared off by the appearance of a black cat. Next day the uneasy...
...penny-candy showcase, at the orange jelly stars, at foot-long black ropes of licorice, at mauve-brown tootsie rolls, at chocolate bottles of syrupy liqueurs, at inch-square cubes of yellow honeycombed sponge molasses. The man sighed, cleared his voice huskily: "Thirty-five years ago I stole two of your penny candies. It's been bothering me ever since. This is the least my conscience will let me give you.'' He laid a $5 bill on the counter, walked away...