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Category： Author：Robert Louis Stevenson罗伯特·路易斯·史蒂文森
Young David after many adventures arrives finally in Edinburgh, Scotland to receive his fortune, he hopes.
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Category： Author：Robert Louis Stevenson罗伯特·路易斯·史蒂文森
Young David after many adventures arrives finally in Edinburgh, Scotland to receive his fortune, he hopes.
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Category： Author：A.E.W. Mason
The novel tells the story of British officer, Harry Feversham, who resigns his commission in the East Surrey Regiment just prior to Sir Garnet Wolseley's 1882 expedition to Egypt to suppress the rising of Urabi Pasha.
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Category： Author：Carl Ewald
The songs in this story have been translated into English verse by my friend Mr. Osman Edwards.
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Category： Author：Maurice Andrew Brackenreed Johnston
"Il n'y a pas trois officiers." Such was the memorable epigram by which Sherif Bey, Turkish Captain of the Prisoners-of-War Guard at Kăstamōni
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Category： Author：novel
Reporters in the war-smitten countries of Europe tell us that one effect of the horrors of death, wounds, and heartbreak is that the men are turning back to the churches. Out of the obscene muck of materialistic force is springing a revaluation of the spirit in man.
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Category： Author：novel
The nature and duties of the pastoral office form a subject of great practical moment. The thoughts suggested in this volume are largely results of the writer’s personal experience in the ministry and of his observation of pastoral work in our churches.
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Category： Author：novel
"FOUR YOUNG EXPLORERS" is the third volume of the third series of the "All-Over-the-World Library." When the young millionaire and his three companions of about his own age, with a chosen list of near and dear friends, had made the voyage "Half Round the World," the volume with this title left them all at Sarawak in the island of Borneo.
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Category： Author：novel
The crash of guns. A flare across the heavens. Battle. Dismay. Death. A night of chaos. And four men in a thicket.
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Category： Author：novel
Sam was meditating. Tipped back in a chair made of river alder and willow, he leaned against the log wall of his cabin. His shoeless feet were swathed in wrinkled socks of the kind that come to a point at the toe where a tuft of thread keeps the cotton yarn from unraveling. Sam’s blue shirt was faded from too many washings in the...
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