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id: 38938
title: Through East Anglia in a Motor Car
author: Vincent, James Edmund
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  _Note._--This is not a full day''s drive, and in fact left me 70 miles to road surface is far better as a rule than in any other East Anglian county, Soon we passed a church close to the road on the left, a two miles to Street Way (surely Roman by its name) the road rises rapidly By the way, why is the "Great White Horse" an hotel sign in East "finds," and to know of how little account East Anglia was under the Romans beautiful old house within easy access of the great town suited his needs but the wise man, for reasons already given, calls no road Roman until he open country at Ponder''s End, the route taken being by way of York Road for any long time a-motoring, a good cause must needs be offered. little disaster had come to us half-way on the road passing through a


id: 40581
title: The Secret Service Submarine: A Story of the Present War
author: Thorne, Guy
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  I said good-bye to my brother, who was to come down to Morstone almost leaves a nice little bag in the Doctor''s old hulk in Thirty Main Creek, "The old cat''s gone to bed, sir," he said in a lower voice. the poor old thing to her room in the Doctor''s wing, Doris and Marjorie "Bernard," I said, "would you like a whisky-soda before we start? "I''ll come and help you carry the things," said my brother, and they "What a long time they are!" Doris said after a moment or two, when I away when I felt a hand upon my shoulder and I jumped like a shot man. "I don''t know what is going to turn up to-night," said Bernard. Dickson said that the Doctor, bending lower, turned Lockhart''s face "To-night," said my brother, looking at his watch and snapping it into


id: 42618
title: The Lady of Lynn
author: Besant, Walter
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  belonging to my young mistress, Molly Miller, ward of Captain Crowle. "Sir," said his lordship, with gracious, but cold looks, "in what way "I have often seen you dance," said Molly; "let the fiddler play and "As for the men, Jack," said Captain Crowle, "I keep looking about me. "This Lord Fylingdale, Jack," said Captain Crowle, who was one of the "Jack," said the captain, "I am now resolved that Molly shall make her "Jack will look very fine among all the beaux," said Molly, laughing. "Jack," she said, coming to herself, "Molly has told you, I suppose." "Jack," said Molly, "these are the flouts of which the captain warned When Molly''s chair was carried away, Lord Fylingdale returned to the "My lord," said the captain, "this is one of my ward''s ships, and of the county, Molly stood up with the young man called Tom Rising,


