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Category： Author：Johanna Spyri
Toni, the central figure, is a little goat-herder who longs to develop his gift of wood carving. Little Toni and his mother live in a mountain hut in the Swiss alps. Toni wants to become a woodcarver, and he seems to have a knack for it, but his mother can’t afford to pay for his training. Instead, he is sent high up the mountain to te...
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Category： Author：Bret Harte布勒特·哈特
“In the Carquinez Woods, in the arms of the man you were just defending—Low, the half-breed.” The room had become so dark that from the road nothing could be distinguished. Only the momentary sound of struggling feet was heard. “Sit down,” said Brace's voice, “and don't be a fool.
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Category： Author：Margaret Penrose
"And you are quite sure, daddy, I am not dreaming? That I am sitting right here with my arms around your neck, and you have just told me it is all perfectly true?"
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Category： Author：Harry Castlemon
OUR scene opens in the swamp that stretches away for miles north of Lawrence.
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Category： Author：novel
The Curlytops in the Woods Howard R Garis. Published by Cupples & Leon Company, 1923. The series, published from 1918-1932 by Cupples and Leon, tells the adventures of the nauseating "Curlytops"
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Category： Author：Ellen Wood
寡居的哈里伯顿夫人，靠不懈的劳动养活自己的孩子。哈里伯顿夫人钢铁般的意志与哈里伯顿的表兄弟们生活方式形成了鲜明的对比，他们经历了一个又一个丑闻和耻辱。哈里伯顿夫人的戏剧性考验和胆小鬼的丑行使哈里伯顿夫人的烦恼成为1862年最畅销的小说之一。
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Category： Author：毛姆 W. Somerset Maugham
THIS book might be called also The Triumph of Love. Bertha was looking out of window, at the bleakness of the day.
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Category： Author：Arthur Scott Bailey
If you had been in Farmer Green's door-yard on a certain day in May you would have heard an unusual twittering and chirping and squawking.
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Category： Author：Duchess
"I don't see why I shouldn't put in a month there very comfortably," says Geoffrey, indolently, pulling the ears of a pretty, saucy little fat terrier that sits blinking at him, with brown eyes full of love, on a chair close by. "
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Category： Author：Robert Michael Ballantyne
The Great Pacific is the scene of our story. On a beautiful morning, many years ago, a little schooner might have been seen floating, light and graceful as a sea-mew, on the breast of the slumbering ocean. She was one of those low black-hulled vessels, with raking, taper masts, trimly cut sails, and elegant form, which we are acc...
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