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id: 8374
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  _The yard where the gentlemen live when they go out of town_"--significant that, and pathetic;--then I wondered whether the time would ever come when society


# bib

id: 20767
title: The Life of Mansie Wauch Tailor in Dalkeith, written by himself
author: Moir, D. M. (David Macbeth)
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  so, in the long run, we went like lightning from two-handed cracks on the make a house look like itself, especially in the winter time, when sure like as to how the old man might have come by the bundle in these Batter, we sat round the fireside, and read away like nine-year-aulds. This is not now likely to happen; for twenty long years have come and time, like a great whirlwind; and the hearts of men died within their "It was an awful like way to leave the world," said I. the poor man; and, though he did not look much like one that deserved our trade, turning night intil day, and working like moudiewarts in the dark, "What do ye think came owre her then?" said I to him, liking to be at my Tammie bolted like a nine-year-old, never looking behind his tail; so, in


id: 23739
title: The Life of Mansie Wauch tailor in Dalkeith
author: Moir, D. M. (David Macbeth)
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  honest man in the country, able to clear my day and way by the help of make a house look like itself, especially in the winter time, when sure like as to how the old man might have come by the bundle in these Batter, we sat round the fireside, and read away like nine-year-aulds. This is not now likely to happen; for twenty long years have come and time, like a great whirlwind; and the hearts of men died within their "It was an awful like way to leave the world," said I. the poor man; and, though he did not look much like one that deserved our trade, turning night intil day, and working like moudiewarts in the dark, "What do ye think came owre her then?" said I to him, liking to be at my Tammie bolted like a nine-year-old, never looking behind his tail; so, in


id: 8374
title: Alton Locke, Tailor and Poet: An Autobiography
author: Kingsley, Charles
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  letter set me thanking God that he has raised up men to do the work of idea, no man has _a right_ to refuse any body of men, into whose heart fellows worked like bricks, spent money, and got midshipman''s half-pay God and man is, "Am I my brother''s keeper?" Men ought to know the condition things, ought to know what the men are like to whose labour, ay, lifeblood, hands, eyes, and brain, followed by the long dreary day''s work of the shop, people''s friends in old times, just to educate poor scholars like you and "Come," I thought, "this looks like work at least." And as I went out my God!" said the old man, in a voice which had a deeper to prove that the working man has feelings like the rest of his kind, else for which you long, not from man, but from God, the King of men.


id: 59235
title: Three Good Giants Whose Ancient Deeds are recorded in the Ancient Chronicles
author: Rabelais, François
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  It was on the day a noble lord came on a visit to his old friend, King Gargantua, who was a good-hearted Giant, little knew what mischief he It was a great day for Gargantua when he reached the end of his two the time away in those little games which wise men know how to play my poor Pantagruel, thou hast lost thy good Mother, a good-hearted young Giant, Pantagruel thought he would take pity on When the stranger had come up to them, Pantagruel said to him: "My good Two days after this, Panurge married the little King with an old GARGANTUA COMES BACK FROM FAIRY-LAND.--AFTER WHICH PANTAGRUEL PREPARES GARGANTUA COMES BACK FROM FAIRY-LAND.--AFTER WHICH PANTAGRUEL PREPARES A few days after this, Pantagruel said good-by to Gargantua, leaving Pantagruel seemed not to hear Panurge, for he stood a long time looking three good Giants, GRANDGOUSIER, GARGANTUA, and PANTAGRUEL--promised to


