A Window in Thrums
Category: Author:J. M. Barrie
The story of the "untrue son" - is one of several novels about the fictional village of Thrums.The Window in Thurms cottage sits at the junctions of Glamis Road and Forfar Road.
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Category: Author:J. M. Barrie
The story of the "untrue son" - is one of several novels about the fictional village of Thrums.The Window in Thurms cottage sits at the junctions of Glamis Road and Forfar Road.
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Tom Dennis sat on a printer's stool beside a very dirty window which dimly illumined his figure, and stared at the gloom surrounding him.
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Category: Author:J. M. Barrie
Early this morning I opened a window in my school-house in the glen of Quharity, awakened by the shivering of a starving sparrow against the frosted glass.
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Category: Author:毛姆 W. Somerset Maugham
THIS book might be called also The Triumph of Love. Bertha was looking out of window, at the bleakness of the day.
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Category: Author:Fergus Hume
This book have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process.
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Category: Author:Lucy Maud Montgomery
Anne Shirley was curled up on the window-seat of Theodora Dix's sitting-room one Saturday evening looking dreamily afar at some fair starland beyond the hills of sunset. Anne was visiting for a fortnight of her vacation at Echo Lodge where Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Irving were spending the summer and she often ran over to the old Dix homes...
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Category: Author:novel
"She very probably will miss her train, we will miss her at the station, she will take a ride up with old Bill Mason, stay talking to him until dinner is too cold to wait any longer; then—then—well, she may steal in through a window and give you a midnight scare, just for a joke. That's my recollection of Miss Tavia."
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Category: Author:Lucy Maud Montgomery
MRS. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secret...
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Category: Author:Natalie Sumner Lincoln
THE long hot tropic day was drawing to its close. The shadows were gradually rising and filling the narrow street, and every now and then from the side of the open drain which ran through the middle of the street a large black carrion bird flew up. There was no sidewalk, the cobblestones running right up to the low white house walls. ...
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Category: Author:E. A. Gillie
Barbara entered the nursery with rather a worried look on her face. "Aunt Anne is coming to-morrow, children," she announced."To-morrow!" exclaimed a fair-haired boy, rising from the window-seat. "Oh, I say, Barbe, that's really rather hard lines—in the holidays, too."
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