Category： Short Stories Author：novel
To anyone who glanced casually inside the detention room the young man sitting there did not seem very formidable. In height he might have been a little above average, but not enough to make him noticeable. His brown hair was cropped conservatively; his unlined boy\'s face was not one to be remembered—unless one was observant enough to...
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
\"This is the third time I\'ve found you poring over that old rhyme. What is the charm, Richard? Not its poetry I fancy.\" And the young wife laid a slender hand on the yellow, time-worn page where, in Old English text, appeared the lines she laughed at.
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
The river was the stream of Death, and the lone voyager floating out on its rushing tide was a loved and loving young wife.
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
In April, 1778, there were more than two-score of French ships-of-the-line within easy sailing distance of the coast of England. They were tremendous three-decked monsters, armed with tier upon tier of cannon, and it took nearly a thousand officers and men to man each of them. They lay at anchor in the harbors of France or sallied fort...
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
When we were children we used to \"happen in\" to the kitchen just before luncheon to see what the dessert was to be. This was because at the luncheon table we were not allowed to ask, yet it was advantageous to know, for since even our youthful capacity had its limits, we found it necessary to \"save room,\" and the question, of cours...
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