Girls of the Forest
Category： Author：L. T. Meade
It was a beautiful summer’s afternoon, and the girls were seated in a circle on the lawn in front of the house.
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Category： Author：L. T. Meade
It was a beautiful summer’s afternoon, and the girls were seated in a circle on the lawn in front of the house.
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TO ANNE RHODES FAITHFUL FRIEND, GOOD FELLOW, AND RARE SOUL
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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：Evelyn Raymond
Mother Angelique’s anxious call rang out over the water, once, twice, many times.
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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：Robert Michael Ballantyne
ur hero made this remark one night to himself, which was overheard and replied to by his friend, Captain Dall, in a manner that surprised him.
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Category： Author：Joseph A. Altsheler
John Scott and Philip Lannes walked together down a great boulevard of Paris. The young American's heart was filled with grief and anger. The Frenchman felt the same grief, but mingled with it was a fierce, burning passion, so deep and bitter that it took a much stronger word than anger to describe it.
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Category： Author：Joseph A. Altsheler
Paul stopped in a little open space, and looked around all the circle of the forest. Everywhere it was the same—just the curving wall of red and brown, and beyond, the blue sky, flecked with tiny clouds of white. The wilderness was full of beauty, charged with the glory of peace and silence, and there was naught to indicate...
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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
I am going to tell a story, one of those tales of astonishing adventures that happened years and years and years ago. Perhaps you wonder why it is that so many stories are told of "once on a time", and so few of these days in which we live; but that is easily explained.
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