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Category： Author：Romain Rolland罗曼·罗兰
"Jean-Christophe" is the history of the development of a musician of genius.
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Category： Author：Romain Rolland罗曼·罗兰
"Jean-Christophe" is the history of the development of a musician of genius.
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Category： Author：E. Nesbit
He dreamed his pastoral dreams in the deafening clangor of the shops at Crewe, but not ten thousand hammers could beat out of his brain the faith that life was really-little as one might suppose it, just looking at it from Crewe-full of the most beautiful and delicate possibilities, and that, somehow or other, people got from life what...
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Category： Author：Frank Lillie Pollock
“We’ll have to sell the store,” said Bob Harman, with decision. “No use blinking it.”
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Category： Author：Lucy Maud Montgomery
The sunshine of a day in early spring, honey pale and honey sweet, was showering over the red brick buildings of Queenslea College and the grounds about them, throwing through the bare, budding maples and elms, delicate, evasive etchings of gold and brown on the paths
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Category： Author：novel
‘What cases are you engaged in at present?’ ‘Are you stopping many teeth just now?’ ‘What people have you converted lately?’ Do ladies put these questions to the men—lawyers, dentists, clergymen, and so forth—who happen to sit next them at dinner parties?
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Category： Author：Carl Ewald
THE room looks out upon the square, which is so big and so fashionable that there is no business done in it.By day there is a sound of carriages, but at a distance; for the house that contains the room is thrust a long way back and its walls are as thick as the walls of a castle. In the evening, the square shines with a thousand light...
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Category： Author：Frank Lillie Pollock
The heavy spruce forest broke away into scattered clearings; the road began to show more sign of use. The shriek of a sawmill began to be audible through the trees, and then the stage rolled into Oakley, splashed with mud from wheels to top, and the tired horses stopped.
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Category： Author：David Cory
Never stop upon your way,Just to fool around and play.Learn to quickly go to school;Never, never break this rule.
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Category： Author：Joseph A. Altsheler
The horseman rode slowly toward the west, stopping once or twice to examine the wide circle of the horizon with eyes that were trained to note every aspect of the wilderness. On his right the plains melted away in gentle swell after swell, until they met the horizon. Their brown surface was broken only by the spiked and thorny ca...
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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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