# ent

id: 34942
type: WORK_OF_ART
entity:
  ''All right, boss; I always make the broad-arrow kitchens in the camp, and the flues and the openings for the Flanders kettles


id: 34942
type: WORK_OF_ART
entity:
  Washing, Matching, Improving, Painting, Imitations, Directions for Staining, Sizing, Embodying, Smoothing


# bib

id: 21043
title: Reginald Cruden A Tale of City Life
author: Reed, Talbot Baines
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  "Well," said Reginald laughing, "I can hardly fancy Horace the head of The boys walked for some time in silence; then Horace said,-"We want to see the manager," said Reginald, offended at the man''s tone, Mr Durfy mused for some time, then, turning to Reginald, he said,-"My poor boy!" she murmured; then, turning to Reginald, she said, "And "My dear boy," said Mrs Cruden, "you think far more about it than you Cruden," said the boy, "I know exactly what you''re going to say. "You know I''ll stick by you, young ''un," said Reginald; "but that won''t "Gedge is not going with you," said Reginald, keeping the boy''s arm in "Upon my word I hardly know whether I want him to," said Reginald, "By the way," said Reginald, as he started, "bring young Gedge home with "What made you think I would come?" said Reginald, looking down with


id: 19802
title: Cobwebs and Cables
author: Stretton, Hesba
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  years old to-day; and when I''m a man I''m going to be a pastor, like "But she knows where Mr. Sefton is," answered Phebe, "and we must ask "Phebe Marlowe!" she said, her eyes brightening a little, as the fresh, "Felicita," said Madame, her voice altering a little, "where is my son "Phebe," said Felicita, in her low-toned, softly-modulated voice, always opened, though Phebe spoke to him; for he could not face old Marlowe, or "Mother," he said one day, when Roland had been gone more than a month, "Poor father!" said Phebe aloud, with a little sob. life, Felicita: you and my mother and Felix and Hilda; the old home "I should like to see to-day''s _Times_," said Felicita. "I worship my mother still," said Felix one day to Phebe, "but I feel "Canon Pascal said to me," answered Phebe, "that your noble life and the


id: 29582
title: The Tricks of the Town: or, Ways and Means of getting Money
author: Thomson, John, active 1732
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  Hands it was done; and the Lady is teaz''d almost to death with People proper time for _setting_ them is generally soon after Seven in the assist the People, he got clear off with two or three blind old Women patience, I paid, and went to my Friend''s House, about twenty Doors Years, having laid hands on a good number of Acres, and got an Goods, to her Husband''s House, naming a very eminent Surgeon at St. _James''s_. be sure she''s in the House, for the Lady came with me in a Coach from time he comes to the House, he is sure to have the _Look_ which a the Man has not been starv''d before the time, but surviv''d to St. _Stephen_''s Day, and seen his wonderful Prediction happen and come to a good number of them, but it would give him a great deal of Trouble


id: 34942
title: Scamping Tricks and Odd Knowledge Occasionally Practised upon Public Works
author: Newman, John
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  known screw piles to penetrate hard and dense sand, gravel, soft sandy "I have seen piles screwed into a kind of clay rock seam, the end of We were working two triangles of screw piles I thought lovely, and like disc piles better for sand, those that sink by water-pressure I any cast-iron screw piles that are less than half an inch in thickness. sufficient length for men to walk round, I have screwed piles by ropes, like a copper ring on the head of the iron pile and a good long timber humble like, and said to the engineer, ''I think you will agree, sir, I said to him, ''It wants a lot of experience to know when piles are not will cease work, I think, very soon?'' ''They will,'' said the engineer. ''extra'' profit string of my brain worked right, and I pointed and said,


id: 42125
title: Armorel of Lyonesse: A Romance of To-day
author: Besant, Walter
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  what things Armorel did and how she looked on this day? Armorel plays the fiddle and makes the old lady ''A long time ago,'' Armorel went on, ''these islands formed part of the ''Roland Lee,'' said the girl, ''you are talking like your friend Dick ''One day last year,'' said Armorel--''it was in July, after a fortnight but little to make a young man open his heart to a girl; only a pair ''There was an old allegory, Armorel,'' this young man went on, ''of a When you come to stand before a great picture, Armorel, perhaps you ''She has trained her eye, and knows good work,'' Armorel repeated. ''I will play if you like,'' said Armorel, simply. ''I did not think that Alec was that kind of man,'' said Philippa, still ''I have come to ask a favour,'' said Armorel, taking the hand that was


id: 56602
title: Frank Hunter''s Peril
author: Alger, Horatio, Jr.
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summary:
  "Seems to me he has a good deal of business with mother," Frank said "I am afraid Frank won''t like the idea of my marrying again," said Mrs. Hunter, anxiously. "He takes it very well," thought Frank, as Mr. Craven said good-night. "Good morning, sir," said Frank, for the first time noticing the "I thought perhaps I ought to save up the surplus for Frank," said Mrs. Craven, hesitating. "You--you don''t think he is likely to be taken away?" said Mrs. Craven, "Do you want Mr. Craven to be guardian with you, mother?" asked Frank, "Frank," said Mr. Craven, "this is my friend, Colonel Sharpley. "He seems a little so," said Frank; "but I hope, Mr. Tarbox, you won''t "I care very little what Mr. Craven would like," said Frank. "I think we''ll go now, Frank," said Sharpley. "Then," said Mrs. Craven, "Frank may be alive."


