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id: 14527
title: Children of the Mist
author: Phillpotts, Eden
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  years of foreign paarts, I should think, Mr. Grimbal?" said Phoebe. Then Billy Blee, the miller''s right-hand man, opened to him. ''Twas very like to come arter last night, if things went gal, like Will an'' Phoebe, do knaw theer minds? "Doan''t knaw, ''zactly; but things might fall out if he got to like you, wickedness of the world," said Chris; "yet I knaw no man can say sweeter like to take law into his awn hands, as any man of noble nature might in man''s a poor left-handed thing ''bout a house. mist, but he knew better; he was a man who had thought a bit in his time piece like Martin Grimbal ackshually comed all the way to Newtake not Of regular attendants we may note Mrs. Blanchard and Chris, Martin Grimbal, Mr. Lyddon, and his daughter. man wi'' a gude heart most times, to tell me what you ''m gwaine to do


id: 21357
title: Nic Revel: A White Slave''s Adventures in Alligator Land
author: Fenn, George Manville
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  "Look here, Pete Burge," cried Nic; "I don''t want to be too hard upon want you to look round the pool.--I don''t think I''ll climb down, Nic. It''s rather hot; and I''ll sit down on the stone for a few minutes while "Yes, Solly," said Nic sadly; "it is a beautiful old place." "I know you would, Solly," said Nic, laying a hand upon the rugged old "Poor lad!" said Pete softly; but it seemed to sting Nic. "What for, Master Nic?" said Pete in an appealing whisper. "Aren''t you a bit hard on me, Master Nic?" said Pete, busy at his task "Zee Humpy Dee look at me, Master Nic?" said Pete. "Know where they keep the boat, Master Nic?" he said, as they worked "Master Nic," said Pete one night when they were alone in their bunks, "Back water, Master Nic," cried Pete. "That was close, Master Nic," said Pete.


id: 3070
title: The Hound of the Baskervilles
author: Doyle, Arthur Conan
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  "This is Sir Henry Baskerville," said Dr. Mortimer. "Now," said Sir Henry Baskerville, "perhaps you will tell me, Mr. Holmes, what in thunder is the meaning of that, and who it is interest, and Sir Henry Baskerville turned a pair of puzzled dark "So far as I can follow you, then, Mr. Holmes," said Sir Henry "Sir Henry Baskerville is upstairs expecting you," said the "I''ve been over a good part of the world since I left it, Dr. Watson," said he; "but I have never seen a place to compare with "You don''t mind my driving straight home, Sir Henry?" said Dr. Mortimer. "My word, it isn''t a very cheerful place," said Sir Henry. anything of Sir Henry, until I came to the point where the moor "I don''t say now that he isn''t a crazy man," said Sir Henry; "I "Look here, Barrymore," said Sir Henry, sternly; "we have made up "Yes, sir; there is another man upon the moor."


id: 34543
title: Furze the Cruel
author: Trevena, John
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  Mary lived with brother Peter close to the edge of Tavy Cleave, a little "Us ha'' come a cruel long way, Ju," said the little man, descending from "I was sitting here one day, and Mary Tavy came along," went on Boodles. Peter loves Old Sal," Mary went on. Then Boodles got to business and asked Mary for eggs, not those of Old Pendoggat was a man, not a creeping thing like Brightly, not a said Mary, wagging her big hand at the men in authority; while Peter "Feed the little dog," said Boodles, as she gave Brightly the coin, living in this little cottage with a poor shabby old man like me, if she Old Weevil gasped, said he did, declared it was life-like, and then the little girl--Boodles!" said Mr. Bellamie, laughing gently. "Oh, thank you, dear old Mary," said Boodles, her eyes glistening; while


id: 45885
title: Dartmoor
author: Salmon, Arthur L. (Arthur Leslie)
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  known as the South Hams, watered by the beautiful reaches of the Dart speed of the moorland rivers; they do not linger and dally like Dartmoor Forest to suppose that the moors were ever covered with church has been built at North Brent Tor, yet after coming here it The grand Tavy Cleave, one of the famous beauty spots of the moor, is this scene from Lydford Gorge, but far more typically moorland. tor of 1568 feet in height, and also some standing-stones named the "old people" is rarely as attractive as the natural beauties that leads across Dartmoor, passing Two Bridges on its way to Buckland, a beautiful little village, rendered more lovely by the River Bovey. the moorland border, that which is watered by the Rivers Dart after The southern moor is watered by beautiful but less familiar rivers not the most beautiful of Dartmoor streams, but it has given its name


id: 54304
title: Urith: A Tale of Dartmoor
author: Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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  "Was I bound to let you know I was going home?" asked Anthony Cleverdon, "She lost her way in the smoke, and no marvel," said Anthony Cleverdon. "You can''t go, Fox," said Anthony, "for here comes the storm we have "Mother," said Urith, "do you hear; it was Fox Crymes''s doing. Anthony was the son, and Luke but the nephew, of the old man; Hall would "Come here, Urith," said Anthony; "I do not see why we have been such When Anthony entered the room where was his father, the old man looked Luke looked at Anthony and Urith, who stood near each other. Presently Fox and Bessie caught up Anthony riding with Urith on pillion "Oh, Anthony, you said you had come here after Fox, and now you say you "I know I must," said Anthony, gloomily, and he took Urith''s hand and


id: 58355
title: The Three Brothers
author: Phillpotts, Eden
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  "Good morning, Uncle Humphrey," said Rupert, taking the bull by the "So you like that boy very much--eh?" said the old man drily and and I know father won''t, for he''s said this many a day that old devilish-natured people said that if ''twas knowed he let the childer thankful he''ve got one of the good old sort,'' I said to my sister. Book for you and me, I believe, Vivian; but an old man as I know came flying to a new thing every day of his life, like the young people do." "Come and eat, and don''t talk of what you know nought," said Mr. Baskerville. "They''ll look to you for a wedding present without a doubt," said Mr. Gollop to Nathan, who stood behind his bar. "''Tis no good your blackguarding my father, Cora," said Mark. that Cora Lintern is going to take Ned Baskerville, he''ll think ''twas


