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id: 16186
title: A Little Rebel
author: Duchess
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  "I must go out," says the professor, staring a little helplessly at "Yes," says the professor, in a hesitating way, as if by no means "I know--I''m sure of it," says the professor with a sigh that might "I shall come next week," says the professor, troubled in somewise "I am Miss Wynter''s guardian," says the professor, who begins to see "I don''t know," says the professor, who indeed has had little "I think one should do just as one feels," says the professor "No, old," says Perpetua, "at least, I think--do you know," "N--o," says the professor--a little frowning lovely crimson face "You know my sister, then?" says the professor presently. "Will Miss Wynter like _her?"_ says the professor. "A well-meaning young man," says Sir Hastings, following Hardinge''s Look here," says the professor, his face "That is in your own hands," says the professor.


id: 20979
title: Brother Copas
author: Quiller-Couch, Arthur
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  "That is kind of you, Copas," said Brother Bonaday slowly, his Brother Copas took a second pinch, his eyes on Mr. Simeon''s face. "You are right, my dear fellow," said Brother Copas; "and also you ("Why, of course it was," said Brother Copas later; "ideas, good and "You understand, Master," said Brother Copas, slightly embarrassed, "And since you so honour me, Master," said Brother Copas, "I am ready The Master looked up with a smile; but by this time Brother Copas''s "Surely not about Bonaday, Master?" said Brother Copas, wondering. "You may come here most days of the month," said Brother Copas, "I can well understand, sir," said Brother Copas, as Mr. Colt drew "I''ve been looking for you this half-hour," said Brother Copas, "I think," said the Master, "Brother Copas knows that on this point "His name is Weekes," said Brother Copas, answering the Master''s


id: 19175
title: A Little Rebel: A Novel
author: Duchess
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  "Yes," says the professor, in a hesitating way, as if by no means "I know--I''m sure of it," says the professor with a sigh that might be "I shall come next week," says the professor, troubled in somewise by "I am Miss Wynter''s guardian," says the professor, who begins to see "I don''t know," says the professor, who indeed has had little knowledge "I think one should do just as one feels," says the professor nervously. "No, old," says Perpetua, "at least I think--do you know," laughing, Hardinge pauses, and turns to the professor--"Has she?" says he. "N----o,"--says the professor--a little frowning lovely crimson face "I''m not sure that she would like to have her," says the professor, with She is a very good girl," says the professor kindly, "Will Miss Wynter like _her_?" says the professor. "A well-meaning young man," says Sir Hastings, following Hardinge''s "That is in your own hands," says the professor.


id: 40408
title: A Devotee: An Episode in the Life of a Butterfly
author: Cholmondeley, Mary
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  Lady Pierpoint, Sibyl''s aunt, presently joined them with Mr. Doll ''Mr. Loftus makes everyone else look common,'' said Peggy plaintively. ''I think you are tired,'' said Mr. Loftus, looking at Sibyl and shaking ''Doll,'' said Mr. Loftus, lingering behind as Peggy and Sibyl walked on ''No,'' said Lady Pierpoint, looking narrowly at him; ''Sibyl is ill. Pierpoint''s, ''why does Sibyl want to marry Mr. Loftus?'' ''And so my second wife is also to be an _esprit faible_,'' said Mr. Loftus to himself, looking at the past through half-closed eyes. ''Once long ago, before you were born,'' said Mr. Loftus, ''I loved Doll had not seen Mr. Loftus and Sibyl together except at the ''I should like to see Doll married,'' said Mr. Loftus, who had been not a ''Then, where is Sibyl?'' said Mr. Loftus, looking at Peggy. ''You will be back in time for Mr. Loftus,'' said Doll.


id: 39802
title: Tommy Wideawake
author: Bashford, H. H. (Henry Howarth), Sir
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  "Tommy," he said, "has, I feel sure, a deeply imaginative nature, and I "It''s jolly good of you to have me, you know," observed Tommy, pausing a "Tommy!" said the poet again, weakly. "It''s a jolly poor game," said Tommy--then holding out the wooden fork, Tommy turned round, and on the path behind him stood the little girl, "Tommy is not an ordinary boy," it said. "I think it''s their indigestions, you know," said Tommy thoughtfully. "I--I don''t know what you mean," said Tommy. Tommy looked doubtful, and the young man laughed. boys, he said, and Tommy was not to forget it. "Jolly good," said Tommy, easiest of critics, and the poet smiled. all that sort of thing, you know, don''t you?" said Tommy. "I say, I never knew you played cricket, you know," said Tommy. "I''m not one," said Tommy. "Christ," he said, as Tommy looked into his eyes.


id: 39598
title: Asa Holmes; or, At the Cross-Roads
author: Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows)
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  first little grandson came back to the old house to spend Christmas, I "And she is right," said the old man, after an impressive pause. The old man looked up with a smile. "St. Valentine has been generous with my little Polly," said the old fragrance filled the room, the old man looked around as if half "It is like my life since she slipped out of it," the old man had It takes a man like the old "Over to the old Neal place," answered the man, handing the reins to "The last time I went East to visit my grandson," said the old man, "Take an old man''s word for it, Robert, who has lived a long time and astonishing sights the old store was to look upon that day. "The old miller says not," answered the little schoolmistress. "Well, it''s over for another year," said Bowser, welcoming the old


id: 51342
title: Citizen Jell
author: Shaara, Michael
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  None of his neighbors knew Mr. Jell''s great problem. planets like Earth, and if they had known Mr. Jell had violated the When Mr. Jell had happened across Earth on a long voyage some years describing, say, bread, and Mr. Jell had only to dial a number any time Roebuck catalogue of Mr. Jell''s people, with its own built-in delivery was available on any of the planets ruled by Mr. Jell''s people, Mr. Jell could dial for it, and it would appear in the Box in a matter of Mr. Jell''s bug-destroyer would kill all the Several months of that produced Mr. Jell''s second great On a morning near the end of Mr. Jell''s second year, Oscar could be set to kill just one type of bug, Mr. Jell knew, but he would this Earth, and much as he knew little Linda would certainly have died


id: 59602
title: The Chasm
author: Walton, Bryce
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  Sal was still resting in the corner of the old warehouse by the river. young man to Sal. His ideas maybe. "We want to live," Murphy said thickly, and he gripped his hands Cartley looked at the shadows for a long time. After a while, Sal said softly, "Well, what could we try to do, Doc?" Like you said, we only have a little time left anyway. "We''ll need a little time," Cartley said. "Sure," Sal said. Cartley sat down on the bank near the boat, and Sal sat down too. "The Children," Cartley said, "never had a chance to be any other way. Cartley''s hands were shaking as he gripped Sal''s arm. Still looking downstream toward the blazing pier, Sal pushed Cartley "They should have put them in the same shelters with us," Sal said, "We''ll find a way," Sal said. "Yes, yes, honey," Sal heard Cartley say over and over.


id: 58899
title: Journey Work
author: Dryfoos, Dave
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  Ollie Hollveg, tallest and oldest of the pickers, eyed the heavy-set day''s work Ollie expected even less pay than usual; the mumbling, All of which was old stuff to Ollie Hollveg. The first thing Ollie thought of was his day''s pay. "You won''t need that stuff," the sharp young deputy said. "But if a man wants to stay out," said Ollie, "I don''t see why he "They could have slowed the signal," Ollie said. Without knowing what would result, Ollie made sure he neither got up "I don''t know where the place is at all," Ollie complained wearily. "Thank you," said Ollie, smiling. "You''re a good guy," said Ollie. was carried in long trains of rubber-tired cars towed on elevated Ollie let most of the train go past. "All I want is out," said Ollie stubbornly. "Maybe so." The major turned to Ollie and said, "I just transferred in


id: 58974
title: Our Town
author: Bixby, Jerome
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  Tom Pace said, "Now, looky here, Jim--" Ben Bates nudged Tom''s leg After a second, old Jim said wistfully, "You know, I wish I _could_ "Sure, Jim," Ben said. "Sure, Jim," Ben said. "Sure, Jim," Ben said. Jim Liddel said, "War!" and looked like he''d bit into spoiled meat. "Looks like," Ben said. "It''s a good plan," Jim Liddel said, looking out the window. Tom Pace shook his head, and old Jim looked like he''d like to go, if Windy left, and Tom Pace shuffled the cards and looked over at Jim "You lost heavy, Jim," Ben said. "A man ain''t nothing, when he''s as old as us," Jim Liddel said, his sockets, and Ben Bates caught Tom Pace''s eye and looked away, out the "I just wish an airyplane would come around again," old Jim said. "Ben," she said, when he sat down again, "I wish you''d take a look


id: 58995
title: Seller of the Sky
author: Dryfoos, Dave
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  like no bed any City man had ever seen. Then Old Arch would shoulder his bed and pick up his billy can and his So Old Arch would brush off his whiskers one last time and maybe put on doorway shyly watching the old man eat and listening to him talk. sister Annie was so jealous that the next time Old Arch came around my Arch would come around, my grandfather and his sister Annie would ask, But when my grandfather was fourteen he followed Old Arch out and down "I''ll go," said my grandfather, "and so will my sister Annie." Arch looked at him and put a hand on him and said, "I don''t want to didn''t have any warm clothes, but they''d heard so often from Old Arch He went back and took Old Arch''s head up on his knees and said, "Is it "That''s what I''ve lived for," said Old Arch.


id: 60725
title: Not Snow Nor Rain
author: De Ford, Miriam Allen
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  On his first day as a mail carrier, Sam Wilson noted that inscription, In most of the buildings on his last route, Sam knew, at least by "Last letters on my last delivery and I can''t deliver them," Sam Wilson Sam Wilson prided himself on his ability to guess ahead what was going "You ought to know, Sam," said Ed, the day barkeep. Sam''s acquaintance didn''t include people with unlisted phones; he Sam Wilson read the letter three times. From the letter Sam extracted the return envelope. Hesterson," Sam said. But Sam had known him for years, and old Howie had Sam Wilson thought some more. window; and Sam was sure nothing was going to happen till after dark. "I couldn''t agree with you more," said Mr. Hesterson, to Sam''s "Softening for what?" But Sam Wilson knew the answer already. office--on my _last_ delivery!" Sam couldn''t keep the bitterness out of


id: 55039
title: The Man Who Found Himself (Uncle Simon)
author: Stacpoole, Margaret Robson
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  "Brownlow," said Simon, "look up Dr. Oppenshaw''s telephone number and "Yes," said Simon, "I believe I used to make that sort of fool of "Mudd," said Simon, "I may be called away to-morrow and be absent some I have given you your directions," said Simon, and Mudd "Look here, Bobby," said Tozer, "you''ve just got to cut all this "I don''t like taking money for nothing," said Bobby. The last time Bobby had met Uncle Simon was in the office in Old "I tried to float you," had said Uncle Simon, as though Bobby were a "Uncle Simon!" said Bobby half-nervously, touching the other on the arm. "Shaved," said Simon; "come along and get shaved; can''t go about like "I''m Mr. Pettigrew''s man," said Mudd, "and he asked me to bring you "I''ve got to see a girl," said Simon, "but she can wait."


id: 61006
title: Young Man from Elsewhen
author: Jacobs, Sylvia
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  "Like they say, a woman''s as old as she looks, but a man ain''t old till after the old man, "So long, Papa! have picked up the old man''s ticket in the club car, but this way the "Take myself in there, long as he opens the doors," the old man "Glad to have you," the old man said, and meant it. "My name''s George Murton," the old man said. "Anybody ever tell you that you look like Wyatt Earp, Sandy?" the old trade a young, healthy body like yours for this old crippled-up one? "Like a zombie?" the old man asked. "And if you do, I''ll be dead," the old man said. "That''s right!" the old man said. old man started drinking again. It was the old man in the wheelchair who few drinks for an old man." an old man who could not do what he wanted to do on this beautiful


