Daddy Takes Us Skating
Category： Author：Howard R. Garis
"Is my nose red?" asked Mab of some of her girl friends.
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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：Jules Verne儒勒·凡尔纳
The protagonist is a young british merchant marine captain intent on the profit to be gained by running the shipping blockade around Charleston established by the north - but then he also gains a new perspective when he becomes involved with the daughter of an American abolitionist and her clever man servant
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Category： Author：William Clark Russell
My name is Thomas Rockafellar; father and mother always called me Tommy, and by that name was I known until I grew too old to be called by anything more familiar than Tom.
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Category： Author：novel
A Novel Tale Concerning Itself in Part with the Great Struggle in the Two Carolinas; but Chiefly with the Adventures Therein of Two Gentlemen Who Loved One and the Same Lady.
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Category： Author：陀思妥耶夫斯基 Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Poor Folk by Fyodor Dostoevsky Dostoyevsky displays great insight into human nature. This is one of the great novels of all time.
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Category： Author：D. H. Lawrence劳伦斯
A bunch of workmen were lying on the grass of the park beside Macquarie Street, in the dinner hour. It was winter, the end of May, but the sun was warm, and they lay there in shirt-sleeves, talking. Some were eating food from paper packages.
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Category： Author：Thomas Bailey Aldrich
I CALL it an old town, but it is only relatively old.
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Category： Author：Arthur Scott Bailey
Arthur Scott Bailey was author of more than forty children's books.
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Category： Author：Edward Alden Jewell
Her name was Stella, and she did not like her name. Her hair was quite lustrous, but she did not like her hair, either, and stood combing it jerkily before a glass which possessed in its midst one of those unfortunate waves capable of drawing the face of the beholder into a sad and sometimes startling distortion.
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Category： Author：Edith Carrington
The first thing that I remember is a green field enclosed by a stiff fence, where I was running about by my mother’s side. I cannot call to mind the earliest days of my existence, but I am sure that I was not more than a fortnight old when my mother gave me my first lesson in life—a lesson I have never forgotten.
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