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Category： Author：L. T. Meade
"A Very Naughty Girl" is written in the moralistic style of the early nineteen hundreds. The Wynfords of Wyndford Castle are forced to welcome a sixteen year old Evelyn into their home. She is the niece of Squire Wynford and the heiress of the Wynford estate.
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Category： Author：Sarah Cory Rippey
When Honor Bright went to live in the country the very first thing he asked for was some real live geese, to join the chickens, and the pussy, and the rabbits already on the farm."Will you remember to feed them every day, son, if I get you a pair?" asked his father."Yes, papa," said the little boy. "Honor bright!"
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Category： Author：novel
A dark night on the banks of the Thames; the south-west wind, heavily charged with sleet, was blowing strongly, causing little waves to lap against the side of a punt moored by the bank. Its head-rope was tied round a weeping willow which had shed most of its leaves, and whose pendent boughs swayed and waved in the gusts, sending...
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Category： Author：novel
THE prairie lay that afternoon as it had lain for centuries of September afternoons, vast as an ocean; motionless as an ocean coaxed into very little ripples by languid breezes; silent as an ocean where only very little waves slip back into their element. One might have walked for hours without hearing anything louder than high w...
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Category： Author：novel
When it happened, it happened unnoticed. Though it affected all chordata on Earth (with a possible exception to be noted in a moment), nobody knew of it, not even the Prince of all chordata, Man himself. How could he have known of it so soon?
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Category： Author：novel
The door marked \"MRS. MCCHESNEY\" was closed. T. A. Buck, president of the Buck Featherloom Petticoat Company, coming gaily down the hall, stopped before it, dismayed, as one who, with a spicy bit of news at his tongue\'s end, is met with rebuff before the first syllable is voiced. That closed door meant: \"Busy. Keep out.\"
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Category： Author：novel
Dan Vinton returned to Yardley after the Christmas vacation on an afternoon of one of those bright, warm days which sometimes happen along in the middle of Winter. As the train rumbled over the bridge, Dan caught a fleeting glimpse of Long Island Sound sparkling in the sunlight and pricked out here and there with a white sail.
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