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Category： Author：Eleanor H. Porter
TO MY FRIEND ，ELIZABETH S. BOWEN
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Category： Author：Harold Bindloss
Winston was quietly-spoken and somewhat grim, and has had only bad luck and is going to lose his farm in the midwest.heleaves Winston with no choice but to leave his home and impersonate the Englishman in an English enclave on the American prairie.
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Category： Author：Miss Mulock
In the story, the young Prince Dolor, whose legs are paralysed due to a childhood trauma, is exiled to a tower in a wasteland. As he grows older, a fairy godmother provides a magical travelling cloak so he can see, but not touch, the world.
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Category： Author：Edgar Jepson
It has been considered important throughout the human history,and so that this work is never forgotten we have made efforts in its preservation by republishing this book in a modern format for present and future generations.
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Category： Author：E. Nesbit
He dreamed his pastoral dreams in the deafening clangor of the shops at Crewe, but not ten thousand hammers could beat out of his brain the faith that life was really-little as one might suppose it, just looking at it from Crewe-full of the most beautiful and delicate possibilities, and that, somehow or other, people got from life what...
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Category： Author：J. M. Barrie
published in 1891 and dramatized in 1897. The Little Minister is set in Thrums, a Scottish weaving village based on Barrie’s birthplace, and concerns Gavin Dishart, a young impoverished minister with his first congregation.
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Category： Author：Sarah Orne Jewett萨拉•奥恩•朱厄特
Betty, a sixteen year old American girl who's visiting England, is invited, along with her widowed father, to attend a Christmas house party at the home of a woman Betty adores.
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Category： Author：Ernest William Hornung
They were terribly sentimental words, but the fellow sang them as though he meant every syllable. Altogether, the song was not the kind of thing to go down with a back-block audience, any more than the singer was the class of man.
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Category： Author：Edward S. Ellis
IT had been snowing hard for twenty-four hours at Dead Man’s Gulch. Beginning with a few feathery particles, they had steadily increased in number until the biting air was filled with billions of snowflakes, which whirled and eddied in the gale that howled through the gorges and cañons of the Sierras.
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Category： Author：Gould, Nat
Lessons were over for the day, and the boys at Redbank School came running with shouts and whoops of joy into the playing-fields. They were like young colts freed from restraint for a few hours, and eager to make the most of their liberty.
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