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Category： Author：Charles G. D. Roberts
That one stark naked side of the mountain which gave it its name of Old Bald Face fronted full south. Scorched by sun and scourged by storm throughout the centuries, it was bleached to an ashen pallor that gleamed startlingly across the leagues of sombre, green-purple wilderness outspread below.
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Category： Author：Lucy Maud Montgomery
It is no exaggeration to say that what Longfellow did for Acadia, Miss Montgomery has done for Prince Edward Island. More than a million readers, young people as well as their parents and uncles and aunts,
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Category： Author：Lucy Maud Montgomery
Anne Shirley was curled up on the window-seat of Theodora Dix's sitting-room one Saturday evening looking dreamily afar at some fair starland beyond the hills of sunset. Anne was visiting for a fortnight of her vacation at Echo Lodge where Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Irving were spending the summer and she often ran over to the old Dix homes...
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Category： Author：novel
Being convinced that his end was nearly come, and having lived long on earth (and all those years in Spain, in the golden time), the Lord of the Valleys of Arguento Harez, whose heights see not Valladolid, called for his eldest son. And so he addressed him when he was come to his chamber, dim with its strange red hangings and aug...
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Category： Author：novel
Miss Miranda Sawyer's old-fashioned garden was the pleasantest spot in Riverboro on a sunny July morning. The rich color of the brick house gleamed and glowed through the shade of the elms and maples. Luxuriant hop-vines clambered up the lightning rods and water spouts, hanging their delicate clusters here and there in graceful p...
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Category： Author：novel
Even with modern conveniences, Caesar could never have staged such a triumph, and in the face of world history-making, he wouldn't have reason to. Olbu's visit to the earth was certainly a bigger deal for the archives than anything Caesar ever did.
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Category： Author：novel
The autumn dusk had stained the sky with shadows and orange oblongs traced the windows in my neighbors\' homes as Jules de Grandin and I sat sipping kaiserschmarrn and coffee in the study after dinner. \"Mon Dieu,\" the little Frenchman sighed, \"I have the mal du pays, my friend. The little children run and play along the roadways at ...
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Category： Author：novel
Which with pain purchased doth inherit pain. “My dear—Madam—what you call heart does not come into the question at all.”
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Category： Author：novel
As I sit in the broad piazza, watching the closing of the day, I gaze into the vistas of moss-draped giant oaks. All is mystery, the mystery of nature, the mystery of the ages. These oaks, still strong, still beautiful, have seen generations pass. Through their filmy vistas the god of the day is sending his gleaming shafts as he has al...
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