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Category： Author：Leslie Moore
ONCE upon a time, as the fairy tales have it, there was a certain country town. It was a sleepy little town, where few things happened. It was like a dog grown old and lazy with basking in the sun, undisturbed by motor-cars and modern rush. An occasional event like a fly, and as small and insignificant as that insect, would settle mom...
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Category： Author：Robert Michael Ballantyne
Nobody ever caught John Buzzby asleep by any chance whatever. No weasel was ever half so sensitive on that point as he was. Wherever he happened to be (and in the course of his adventurous life he had been to nearly all parts of the known world) he was the first awake in the morning and the last asleep at night; he always answered prom...
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Category： Author：novel
When Mr. Hutchinson. Port, a single gentleman who admitted that he was forty-seven years old and who actually was rising sixty, of strongly fixed personal habits, and with the most positive opinions upon every conceivable subject, came to know that by the death of his widowed sister he had been placed in the position of guardian of tha...
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Category： Author：J. Sheridan Le Fanu
Martin Hesselius, the German Physician Though carefully educated in medicine and surgery, I have never practiced either. The study of each continues, nevertheless, to interest me profoundly. Neither idleness nor caprice caused my secession from the honorable calling which I had just entered. The cause was a very trifling scratch infli...
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Category： Author：William Hope Hodgson
In response to Carnacki's usual card of invitation to have dinner and listen to a story I arrived promptly at 427 Cheyne Walk to find the three others who were always invited to these happy little times there before me. Five minutes later Carnacki Arkright Jessop Taylor and I were all engaged in the "pleasant occupation" of dining.
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Category： Author：Samuel Hopkins Adams
The lonely station of Manzanita stood out, sharp and unsightly, in the keen February sunlight. A mile away in a dip of the desert, lay the town, a sorry sprawl of frame buildings, patternless save for the one main street, which promptly lost itself at either end in a maze of cholla, prickly pear, and the lovely, golden-glowing roseo. F...
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