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id: 14818
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  Doc" Smith''s methods, and abruptly left the young man to the care of an excellent nurse, Rosalie Gray


id: 41440
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  Naval Engagement in Hampton Roads--Loss of the Frigates _Cumberland_ and _Congress_--Great Success of the Ericsson Battery


id: 844
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  The Importance of Being Earnest A Trivial Comedy for Serious People THE PERSONS IN THE PLAY John Worthing


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id: 15991
title: Japhet, in Search of a Father
author: Marryat, Frederick
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  pocket-money, Timothy said, "Japhet, I''ve been puzzling my brains how we "I do swear," replied I, and took her hand for the book, which this time "Well, sir," said Timothy, rubbing his hands, as he stood before me, "I hope it may prove so," replied Timothy, "but I feel a little "You are a good fellow, Newland," said the Major, pocketing the money. "Yes, sir," replied a young man, coming forward. "Yes," replied the Major; "knowing that in a short time I shall be "The coach is at the door, sir," said Timothy, looking at me, as if to Timothy, he replied, "I think, sir, that if you could replace me for a "Perhaps you may wish me away for a short time," said Harcourt, looking "Yes, sir," replied I, laughing, "I am Japhet Newland." (I turned round, "Then, sir," replied the good girl, "you know how I overcame my feelings


id: 16344
title: The Waif of the "Cynthia"
author: Laurie, André
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  "My dear friend, my good excellent doctor, you must not stay here," said "Nor I," said the doctor, laughing, and Erik Hersebom translated several "Did you say, Otto," asked the little girl, "that our Erik answered the "Has Doctor Schwaryencrona ruined any one?" asked Erik with curiosity. "My dear Hersebom," said the doctor, taking the fisherman''s hand, "we The next day Erik began his new life at school. "Well," said Erik, "I do not think that I have committed any great Erik wished to find some pretext for leaving the doctor''s house as soon Erik, on the bridge, directed the maneuvers of the vessel, while Mr. Bredejord and the doctor waved a last farewell to Vanda from the deck. "Did you tell these facts to Mr. Tudor Brown?" asked Erik. said Erik, as he gave orders to return it. "I have been asking myself the last few moments," said Erik, "if it


id: 16608
title: Bruvver Jim''s Baby
author: Mighels, Philip Verrill
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  "I snum!" said Jim, wiping the wondering little face in a sort of fever "Jim, you said the little feller kin "Why not wait till Christmas and git good and ready?" said Jim. The argument was that Christmas was something more than four weeks away. "Good-bye fer just at present, little Skeezucks," said Field, and, "What would little Skeezucks like old brother Jim to make for "I want my little boy," said Jim. "Jim," he said, "what about poor little Skeezucks? gone, old Jim, little Skeezucks, and the pup were alone. "Don''t you like him any more?" said Jim. A weak little nod was the answer. "Poor little man ain''t well," said Jim, in a gentle way of soothing. "I could bring myself to anything," said Jim, "if only my little boy Old Jim, little Skeezucks, the pup, and Miss Doc, with Mrs. Stowe, came


id: 20261
title: The Adventures of Harry Revel
author: Quiller-Couch, Arthur
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  and Miss Plinlimmon, good soul, if at times she awoke in the night "I''ve a-got en, my dear," said Mr. Trapp much as a man might announce child, a boy called Archibald, who is now close on twenty years old. "They belong to Archibald''s regiment," said Miss Plinlimmon as we "Looks like a wedding, don''t it?" said he; and turning up his clean "Sure-ly I know that voice?" said Mr. Jope. "Tell ''en he''s a good boy, and I wouldn'' mind having one like him." "Three weeks less two days," said Miss Belcher; "for he called here Do you know a young man called Plinlimmon-"Good evening, Whitmore," said the Rector stepping forward. "Ask him," said I, "why he married Miss Isabel." "No," said I; "it was given him last night by Mr. Whitmore in Miss "Take the child to bed," said Miss Belcher, as we reached the door:


id: 30366
title: Zoe
author: Whitaker, Evelyn
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  now the little, quiet, brown-faced baby in his arms. was not the Grays'' baby, but was a foundling child picked up one night mother with a family of little steps envied Mrs Gray her compact family little angel,'' Mrs Gray always said in recounting the story. The organist of Downside, Mr Robins, lived in a little house close to fallen away, showing its little dark head and round sleeping face, with ''Good afternoon, Mrs Gray,'' he said; ''I came for the book I lent your ''She ''s as sweet as a blossom now,'' went on Mrs Gray, tossing the baby ''A pleasant, chatty sort of man the organist,'' Mrs Gray said, having this little common child at Stokeley was all in all to Jane Sands, and ''I thought,'' she said, looking the baby over, with what in a less kind, Preparation--The Room Furnished--Mrs Gray at Work--The Baby Gone--The Preparation--The Room Furnished--Mrs Gray at Work--The Baby Gone--The


id: 21797
title: A Sailor''s Lass
author: Leslie, Emma
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  "I--I didn''t know when you was coming to breakfast," said Mrs. Coomber, "You say he ain''t come home?" said Coomber. days, for after a little while she said, "Where''s der boys--dat Dick and When the boys came in, the little girl said, shyly, "Tome and tell me "She wants to know about the fishing," said Mrs. Coomber. poor little mite," said Mrs. Coomber, in perplexity as to the best thing "Still, He might, yer know," said Tiny; "but if you''ll help, I''ll find "Well, I''ll tell yer why I want dad to come home soon to-night," said "No, I won''t, Dick, this time," said the little girl. Peters," said Coomber, as he lifted Tiny out of the boat. "You''re a very naughty girl, Tiny," said Mrs. Coomber at last; "and I "Where''s Dick and the gal?" he said, as he looked round the little "Would yer like a little milk, deary?" asked Mrs. Coomber.


id: 23517
title: The Angel of the Tenement
author: Martin, George Madden
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  the baby turned her back on Norma and pulling at Mary Carew''s dress "Done!" cried Miss Bonkowski, on her knees before Mary and the child, "Sure, an'' we''ll all do a part for the name of the house," said Mrs. O''Malligan, "an'' be proud." And the other ladies agreeing to this more the child''s, and you know it, Mary Carew," and the good-hearted "Angel likes to dance with little girls, Norma," admitted the baby, "Major," said Miss Ruth, just a little plaintively, perhaps, "do you "An'' she said," Mary Carew took it up, "as how Norma''s gettin'' old, and "I will take Angel home and stop by there and see Joey," said Miss Ruth. "You wanted Angel, Joey dear," said Miss Ruth, "and she has come to see "She must have been Angel''s nurse," said Miss Stannard. excited, sobbing child, and Mrs. O''Malligan should take Miss Ruth to


id: 14818
title: The Daughter of Anderson Crow
author: McCutcheon, George Barr
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  "Turn to your left here," said Anderson Crow before he thought. The boy who snickered this time had cause to regret it, for Mr. Crow arrested him half an hour later for carrying a bean-shooter. "A Mr. Anderson Crow was here not half an hour ago, ma''am, to assure Mr. Brewster as to how his new son-in-law was in nowise connected with the "We''ll have to wait, Anderson, that''s all," said Mrs. Crow. Anderson Crow noticed that Mrs. Holabird''s bob-sled drove away without either Miss Banks or ''Rast "I''ll jest walk up an'' rap on the door," said Anderson Crow, "lettin'' on Whereupon Mr. Crow, assisted by seven men and five small boys, told Mr. Wicker Bonner, late of Harvard, what had brought them from Tinkletown to said Anderson Crow. They correspond, Anderson," said Mrs. Crow. Some days later Anderson Crow returned to Tinkletown from New York,


id: 844
title: The Importance of Being Earnest: A Trivial Comedy for Serious People
author: Wilde, Oscar
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  My dear fellow, the way you flirt with Gwendolen is perfectly Bring me that cigarette case Mr. Worthing left in the smokingroom the last time he dined here. Cecily, with her fondest love to her dear Uncle Jack.'' There is no Aunt Cecily, who lives at Tunbridge Wells, calls you her dear uncle. If I marry a charming girl like Gwendolen, and Good afternoon, dear Algernon, I hope you are behaving [Lady Bracknell and Algernon go into the music-room, Gwendolen remains No, dear Miss Prism, I know that, but I felt instinctively that life, but still I think you had better wait till Uncle Jack arrives. [Looks at Cecily, who makes no sign.] Yes, sir. I am engaged to be married to Gwendolen, Lady Bracknell! That lady is Miss Cecily Cardew, my ward. Come, dear, [Gwendolen rises] we have already missed five, if not six,


id: 10449
title: Burnham Breaker
author: Greene, Homer
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  The old man looked carefully around the room, rose, went to the door, date, the son of the said Robert Burnham, named Ralph, in full life, "Ain''t this nice, Uncle Billy?" said Ralph, after quite a long "And are you Ralph?" asked the young man, turning to the boy. So Bachelor Billy went alone that day to the breaker, and Ralph stayed wreck, of Ralph''s rescue by Simon Craft, of the old man''s care and It seemed a long time, to Ralph, before the man came back, but when He was an honest-looking man, Ralph thought; may be he would tell him into the man''s mind--when the boy went there to live, he, Billy, would "Now, look here, fellows!" said Ralph, "I ain''t goin'' to tell you "Ralph," said Sharpman, turning to the boy, "stand up!" "Do you know this boy?" the lawyer asked, pointing to Ralph.


id: 10848
title: Natalie; Or, A Gem Among the Sea-Weeds
author: Hallett, Emma V.
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  a few years ago; den you wear little dress like Sea-flower, and now you smile to tink how dat old Ingin look at Sea-flower, as if de sun was up and said, "Mother, I shall love to look at the stars oftener now, for the low, clear voice of the Sea-flower soothe the weary spirits of Mrs. Grosvenor, as she read from the evening paper the following paragraph: The Sea-flower had rested her head upon her hand, and while her mother Sea-flower loves to ramble, as if she had been a child in time long the little Sea-flower still, dear Harry; I shall always be the same "Mrs. Santon received the Sea-flower with a mother''s tenderness, but The time has come when our dear little Sea-flower, for so The last farewell was spoken by poor Winnie, with an aching heart, Mr. Santon had pressed the Sea-flower''s hand, with a tear in his eye, as if


id: 6658
title: Owindia : a true tale of the MacKenzie River Indians, North-West America
author: Bompas, Charlotte Selina
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  after a time, he would work for a white man, and trade with him, so Michel roused his wife and little ones, declaring that the white man who was none other than Accomba, the wife of Indian Michel, proceeded "You have had good times at the little Lake," said Peter, a brother (Indian men) in the woods," said Accomba with a sigh; "the deer and "All very good for you," said Michel''s wife; "who like the white man A Cree Indian, a man of sound education, related once the following Mackenzie River Indians, speaking the Slave tongue, and mostly known And so the poor Indians of our story troubled themselves but little cry of an infant, coming from the neighbourhood of Michel''s camp. Forts, and pitched our camps near the white man''s house. and He loved the poor Indian as well as the white man, and, told the


id: 10729
title: Jack''s Ward; Or, The Boy Guardian
author: Alger, Horatio, Jr.
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  "I wonder why Jack don''t come home?" said Mrs. Harding, looking at the "Not this time, Rachel," said Mrs. Harding, brightly, "for that''s Jack''s "It comes in good time," said Mrs. Harding. "You''re always tryin'' to discourage people, Aunt Rachel," said Jack, "I don''t know what advice you refer to, Rachel," said Mrs. Harding, "Oh, don''t be always hectorin'' me, Aunt Rachel," said Jack, impatiently. "The captain is about your age, isn''t he, Aunt Rachel?" said Jack, "You weren''t so bad as Jack, I know," said Rachel. "Then," said Jack, "I wouldn''t eat any if I were you, Aunt Rachel." "Really," said Mrs. Harding, "Jack is as careful of Ida as if he was her "Ida," said Mrs. Hardwick, "won''t you come and kiss your old nurse?" "You never tried very hard, Aunt Rachel," said Jack. "Yes," said Jack; "Ida was seen in the cars, coming here, by a boy who


id: 41440
title: Poppea of the Post-Office
author: Wright, Mabel Osgood
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  "All of a sudden she said, ''Mr. Gilbert, I''m going away and never coming ''Lisha pulled up at the post-office-house door, and after steering Mrs. Pegrim carefully along the slippery path to the side porch, having But it was through her interest in Poppea that Miss Emmy knew that time Poppea and Hugh, skating "cross-hands," and in a moment Miss Emmy was "Come home, Poppea, and ask Daddy himself; he is the one to tell you all might come out at any moment, Poppea tried to turn away, but she was The next day it was Poppea who asked if she might go home, and Miss Emmy mother must have looked like, Poppea''s face was always blended in his When Poppea entered the Feltons'' sitting room and saw Miss Emmy in one Poppea said very quietly, "Please ask if Mr. John Angus can see Miss


id: 51996
title: My Pretty Maid; or, Liane Lester
author: Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
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  Liane knew it was Miss Clarke, the beauty "You poor, pretty little thing, did Miss Roma fly in a rage and slap The maid had adroitly let Mrs. Clarke know all about Liane, and now she Don''t you think it''s unfair, Liane, to have Roma Clarke''s father and Beautiful Roma looked after Mr. Clarke with angry eyes, muttering: young woman, who only stayed, as she had frankly told Liane, for Mrs. Clarke''s sake. Liane, but I''m an old woman, and I know what''s best for you, girl. Roma lifted her white face and glittering eyes to Mrs. Clarke''s anxious "My daughter Roma has lost her maid; she wishes to offer Liane the And just then came the note from Roma Clarke, offering Liane a equal!" cried Roma angrily, as she tossed Liane''s answer to her mother. Mrs. Clarke had pitied and admired Liane until her rivalry with Roma, Liane Lester, the poor girl," cried Mrs. Clarke warmly.


id: 54121
title: Tom Pinder, Foundling: A Story of the Holmfirth Flood
author: Sykes, D. F. E.
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  thinks th'' poor lass ''ats dead an'' gone wer'' seeking Tom o'' Fairbanks. Tom flushed hotly, and said nothing: but that night a village lad with heads said, if Tinker didn''t know when he had a good man, the man knew "We don''t see much of you now-a-days, Miss Dorothy," said Lucy, smiling "Isn''t this th'' spot at Tom Pinder works at?" asked Jack. "There''s something I wanted to tell you, Miss Dorothy," said Tom, after "It is very good of him" said Tom and smiled as he thought of the day "I think it is," said Tom, stoutly, "a man can but do his best." "You must take it off my hands, Tom and Co.," said Redfearn. Sunday meetings at Co-op mill, and of Tom Pinder, who, folk said, spoke "Tom will never be _my_ lover, Dorothy," said Lucy, quietly. "It is," said Tom, but his eyes were on Dorothy''s beaming face.


id: 53650
title: Mothers to Men
author: Gale, Zona
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  "Insley laughed a little, but he let Mis'' Sykes, that loves new things "Insley sat looking round on them all, still with his way of saying good We must tell Miss Sidney about Grandma Sellers'' store-room, Mr. Insley,'' she says, and then tells it herself, laughing like a girl, how "''Ain''t it,'' I says, ''like sometimes everybody in the world come and Mis'' Amanda Toplady''s chin come home to place like she''d heard Timothy "''Silas has got in an extra boy for the day,'' says Mis'' Sykes, "''You wan''t tryin'' to do this thing for this town,'' says Mis'' Toplady "''That ain''t the way,'' says Mis'' Toplady, like a flash; ''it ain''t for "''Land, land,'' I says to Mis'' Toplady, ''if we ain''t done another thing, says to Silas that ain''t, ''an'' we know a thing or two about what ought "''What do you mean?'' he says--just said it a little and like he didn''t


