For the Allinson Honor
Category： Author：Harold Bindloss
Andrew Allinson, who had made Olcott's acquaintance when serving as. lieutenant of yeomanry during the Boer campaign, sat on a grassy bank.
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Category： Author：Harold Bindloss
Andrew Allinson, who had made Olcott's acquaintance when serving as. lieutenant of yeomanry during the Boer campaign, sat on a grassy bank.
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Category： Author：novel
A very tall girl came quietly into the room, bowed an acknowledgment of her mother's introduction, and sat down on the edge of the sofa. She was a dignified girl from the crown of her head to her finger-tips, and Mrs. Bertram, who had been listening languidly to the mother, favored the newcomer with a bright, quick, inquisitive s...
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The whole class came to the meeting. There hadn't been such an important meeting at West Point for many a day. The yearling class had been outrageously insulted. The mightiest traditions of the academy had been violated, "trampled beneath the dust," and that by two or three vile and uncivilized "beasts"—...
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Category： Author：novel
THE day had been long and sultry. It was the season of little heat, when an all-encompassing humidity seemed suspended over the land. Sky and earth were of one monotonous color, a dim blue, which faded to shadowy grayness at the fall of the twilight.
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Our story opens in a cabin among the foothills of Colorado. It was built of logs, and was not over twelve feet in height. In the center was a door, with a small window on each side. Through the roof rose a section of funnel, from which issued a slender cloud of smoke. Let us enter.
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Category： Author：Albert Keim and Louis
At Balzac’s funeral, the glorious yet bitter seal upon his destiny, Victor Hugo delivered a magnificent address, and in his capacity as poet and seer proclaimed with assurance the judgment of posterity: “His life has been brief yet full, and richer in works than in days.
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Category： Author：émile Gaboriau
On the first Sunday in the month of August, 1815, at ten o'clock precisely, as on every Sunday morning-the sacristan of the parish church at Sairmeuse sounded the three strokes of the bell which warn the faithful that the priest is ascending the steps of the altar to celebrate high mass. The church was already more than half full, and ...
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