Little Miss Dorothy
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The Story of the Wonderful Adventures of Two Little People.
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The Story of the Wonderful Adventures of Two Little People.
Cate： Classical Novels Author：Bram Stoker布莱姆·斯托克
On the forenoon of a day in February, 1899, the White Star S. S. Cryptic forced her way from Pier No. 48 out into the Hudson River through a mass of floating ice, which made a moving carpet over the whole river from Poughkeepsie to Sandy Hook.
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Cate： Inspiring Novel Author：D. H. Lawrence劳伦斯
Some of these poems have appeared in the "English Review" and in "Poetry," also in the "Georgian Anthology" and the "Imagist Anthology"
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Cate： Classical Novels Author：Thornton W. Burgess
Little Joe Otter is a playful, but shy fellow. He loves to romp and swim and slide on the banks of the Smiling Pool Even though he plays and swims with abandon, he is extremely aware of his surroundings.
Cate： Children's Novel Author：Rebecca Sophia Clarke
Here is a story about the oldest of the three little Parlin girls, "sister Susy;" though so many things are always happening to Prudy that it is not possible to keep her out of the book.
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Cate： Short Stories Author：Helen Hunt Jackson海伦·亨特·杰克逊
They were written when I was a very little girl, and was away from home with my father on a journey.
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Cate： Classical Novels Author：Marian Keith
Miss Gordon was made of good Scotch granite, with a human heart beneath. The veneer of gentility had underneath it the pure gold of character. She seized the helm of the family ship with a heroic hand.
Cate： Classical Novels Author：Henry Beam Piper
The extra-solar world of Zarathustra is devoid of intelligent life, it was thought to be until prospector Jack Holloway discovers a race of Ewok-like Fuzzies.
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Cate： Classical Novels Author：Warwick Deeping
TO MY MOTHER AND FATHER WITH ALL LOVE AND GRATITUDE
Cate： Short Stories Author：Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
When Death is present in a household on a Christmas Day, the very contrast between the time as it now is, and the day as it has often been, gives a poignancy to sorrow—a more utter blankness to the desolation.