Cate： Children's Novel Author：novel
Once upon a time there came a soldier marching along the road, kicking up a little cloud of dust at each step—as strapping and merry and bright-eyed a fellow as you would wish to see in a summer day. Tramp! tramp! tramp! he marched, whistling as he jogged along, though he carried a heavy musket over his shoulder and though the sun shon...
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Cate： Short Stories Author：novel
Here in the garden, close to the quiet house, I sit thinking of that strange meeting in the village. A blackbird at regular intervals sings the same refrain, which is taken up by others in the distance. The lily\'s chalice gleams under the blazing sun; and the humbler flowers meekly droop their heads. White butterflies are everywhere, ...
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Cate： Short Stories Author：novel
SIX little Brownie Scouts, busily pasting scrapbooks in Connie Williams’ living room, perked up their ears to listen.
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Cate： Short Stories Author：novel
BILLY BYRNE was a product of the streets and alleys of Chicago\'s great West Side. From Halsted to Robey, and from Grand Avenue to Lake Street there was scarce a bartender whom Billy knew not by his first name. And, in proportion to their number which was considerably less, he knew the patrolmen and plain clothes men equally as well, b...
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Cate： Short Stories Author：novel
The high road to the East—Roumania and the Carpathian Mountains—Thracians and Dacians, and how the latter had dealings with Emperor Trajan—The Roumanians, their origin, story, and present condition—The “Tsigani”—Tales of Hunyadi Janos, Knjes Lazar, Michael the Brave, and others—The story of Ghika the cats’-meat man—Roumania and the Bal...
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Cate： Short Stories Author：novel
Why, Grace, what in the world is the matter? You\'ve been crying!
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Cate： Short Stories Author：novel
Just after passing Caraher\'s saloon, on the County Road that ran south from Bonneville, and that divided the Broderson ranch from that of Los Muertos, Presley was suddenly aware of the faint and prolonged blowing of a steam whistle that he knew must come from the railroad shops near the depot at Bonneville. In starting out from the ra...
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Cate： 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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Cate： 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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Cate： Classical Novels Author：novel
It was late on the afternoon of a sultry day in April, which had been passed amid active preparations, when a dark column of smoke, streaming over the tall shipping in the crowded harbour of Bombay, proclaimed the necessity of a hurried adieu to a concourse of friends who still thronged the deck; and scarcely was the last wish for succ...
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