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  • George Hillocks, Jr. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Jump to: navigation, search George Hillocks, Jr. is an emeritus professor in the Department of Education, with a. — “George Hillocks, Jr. - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia”,
  • Hillocks ran for the Alberta Legislature for the first time in the Hillocks would run for re-election in the 1917 Alberta general election. — “Samuel Bacon Hillocks - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia”,
  • Idumban found the two hillocks, but could not initially lift them, until he obtained divine help. When he attempted to continue with his journey, he found that the hillocks were immovable. — “Kavadi - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia”,


  • The slanting rays of the sun were still hot; his clothes, soaked through with perspiration, stuck to his body; his left boot full of water weighed heavily on his leg and squeaked at every step; the sweat ran in drops down his powder-grimed face, his mouth was full of the bitter taste, his nose of the smell of powder and stagnant water, his ears were ringing with the incessant whir of the snipe; he could not touch the stock of his gun, it was so hot; his heart beat with short, rapid throbs; his hands shook with excitement, and his weary legs stumbled and staggered over the hillocks and in the swamp, but still he walked on and still he shot. — “Anna Karenina” by Leo Tolstoy
  • I remember something, too, of the green grave-mounds; and I have not forgotten, either, two figures of strangers straying amongst the low hillocks and reading the mementoes graven on the few mossy head-stones. — “Jane Eyre” by Charlotte Bronte
  • The ground, shelving away below me, was all sand, with a few little heathy hillocks to break the monotony of it in certain places. — “The Woman in White” by Wilkie Collins
  • Descending over these hillocks we saw three figures a little in advance of us, not far from the path we were tracing. — “Uncle Silas” by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
  • But there were so many hillocks and banks to climb and pass, that, at length, I began to be weary, and told her we must halt, and retrace our steps. — “Wuthering Heights” by Emily Bronte
  • So she drew her mother away, skipping, dancing, and frisking fantastically among the hillocks of the dead people, like a creature that had nothing in common with a bygone and buried generation, nor owned herself akin to it. — “The Scarlet Letter” by Nathaniel Hawthorne


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