The Corsican Brothers
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Two competitive twin brothers in the latter part of their lives. In an attempt to resolve one of their wagers, they participate in a horse race to decide the winner.
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Two competitive twin brothers in the latter part of their lives. In an attempt to resolve one of their wagers, they participate in a horse race to decide the winner.
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Category: Author:Howard R. Garis
"Is my nose red?" asked Mab of some of her girl friends.
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Category: Author:Charles Dickens查尔斯·狄更斯
The pages of this little book were in type and about to be sent for correction to my sister—who had been for some months in very delicate health—when she suddenly became still more gravely ill. The hand which had traced the words of love and veneration dedicated to our father’s memory grew too feeble to hold a pen, and before the proo...
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'Peg' was supreme in comic parts but was also celebrated for her Shakespearean roles. She was known for her bitter rivalries with other actresses and for her supposed love affairs, most notably with David Garrick who wrote 'My Lovely Peggy' and other songs
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Category: Author:A. A. Milne
Like all really nice people, you have a weakness for detective stories, and feel that there are not enough of them. So, after all that you have done for me, the least that I can do for you is to write you one. Here it is: with more gratitude and affection than I can well put down here.
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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:Geraldine Bonner
The Black Eagle Mystery is a novel written by Geraldine Bonner ,published in 1916.This was a frustrating mystery. To have everything hinge upon a mere romance made the whole intrigue fall awfully short.
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The morning sun was growing stronger as it rose higher. Collie, returning from driving his master's cow to the cool shade of the back pasture, felt its rays penetrate his shaggy coat. His tongue hung out as he padded swiftly up the garden path where already the dew was almost dried from the rows of marigolds and sweet William.
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