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  Heck of a marriage with the wife in the Medical Center for Mekstrom''s Disease and our first child--


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id: 20519
title: Highways in Hiding
author: Smith, George O. (George Oliver)
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  said, "I don''t know whether you have enough esper training to dig the An esper map of the world looked sort of like a mottled sky, with bright like fingers, and I know they were experimenting on hands, arms and legs "First," I replied, "I''d like to know how come you turn up in the nick The idea of looking at a hand and knowing that I was going to die by the "Steve," said Miss Farrow breathlessly, "That man you hit--" went all the way back to my room, took a short nap, and got up to start and said in a soft voice: "I hope you find your Catherine, Steve. "Come in, Steve," she said, holding out her hand. "Steve," he said, "You haven''t got Mekstroms'' Disease." was a big center that made Scholar Phelps'' Medical Center look like a "Looks like it," said Farrow unhappily.


id: 5093
title: The Little Minister
author: Barrie, J. M. (James Matthew)
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  "God grant, mother," Gavin said, little thinking what was soon to an Egyptian woman," Gavin said to his mother, nervously. "You like misery, I think, Mr. Dishart," McQueen said when Gavin looking at Gavin curiously, she said, "But my name is Babbie." Gavin looked at Nanny with admiration and envy, for she had said "Perhaps not," said Gavin, excitedly; "but the time has come when Gavin told him why he had come back, and the doctor said he was a "Old woman, mother!" said Gavin. "There are not many mothers like you," Gavin said, laying his hand "Why, Gavin," Margaret said in fear, "you look as if it had struck "Why, Gavin," Margaret said in fear, "you look as if it had struck "But surely," Gavin said, "they came back to look for you?" "''Gavin,'' Margaret said to me, ''be a good man all your life.''


id: 583
title: The Woman in White
author: Collins, Wilkie
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  "Now, Mrs. Vesey," said Miss Halcombe, looking brighter, sharper, and scholars," said Miss Halcombe, "just at the time when the woman passed "Yes, miss--I told them Sir Percival Glyde was coming. "Sir Percival Glyde shall remove that doubt, Mr. Hartright--or Laura "You insist on my posting this letter, Sir Percival?" said Miss "Very sad," said Sir Percival, speaking like a man who was "Take my word for it, Laura, that man knows something of Sir Percival''s about ten minutes'' time, the Count knew as much as I know of Mrs. Catherick, and of the events which have so strangely connected us with "Count Fosco said he had come here, sir, because Miss Halcombe was or three times every day, to look at Miss Halcombe with her own eyes, At the end of that time Mrs. Rubelle looked up sideways from her flowers, and said, "Here is Sir


id: 8954
title: Lady Audley''s Secret
author: Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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  But this was love�this fever, this longing, this restless, uncertain, miserable hesitation; these cruel fears that his age was an insurmountable barrier to his happiness; this sick hatred of his white beard; this frenzied wish to be young again, with glistening raven hair, and a slim waist, such as he had twenty years before; these, wakeful nights and melancholy days, so gloriously brightened if he chanced to catch a glimpse of her sweet face behind the window curtains, as he drove past the surgeon''s house; all these signs gave token of the truth, and told only too plainly that, at the sober age of fifty-five, Sir Michael Audley had fallen ill of the terrible fever called love.


id: 43599
title: A Picture-book of Merry Tales
author: Anonymous
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  what my cook tells you." Owlglass said, "Yes, my dear Master, as you told me so will I do." Now, at the hiring, the Priest had said Owlglass then said, "Let me see some of your work." Whereupon Owlglass produced your confession." "Oh, my dear, good Friend," Owlglass answered, "I your head." "Do not be angry, my good Sir," Owlglass said, "for I only through the window." Owlglass said to her, "My good Lady, pray be not where you came from." "Well," Owlglass said, "I see we should not be till the merchants went to bed, Owlglass in the mean time remaining "I don''t know," said Tim; "I''ve heard say he was a little man, but they was, but I said, "And how should she tell me the time of day? Up came the old Fairy, and said, "You know what I have come for, so let


