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Category： Author：Victor Appleton
Under the Ocean for Sunken Treasure
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Category： Author：Victor Appleton
Under the Ocean for Sunken Treasure
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Category： Author：Halliwell Sutcliffe
Up through the rich valley known now as Wensleydale, but in those days marked by the lustier name of Yoredale, news had crept that there was civil war in England, that sundry skirmishes had been fought already, and that His Majesty was needing all leal men to rally to his standard.
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Category： Author：Frank Lillie Pollock
A gripping story of sunken treasure stolen from the government of the Transvaal, which government existed no longer.
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Category： Author：novel
The morning sun was growing stronger as it rose higher. Collie, returning from driving his master's cow to the cool shade of the back pasture, felt its rays penetrate his shaggy coat. His tongue hung out as he padded swiftly up the garden path where already the dew was almost dried from the rows of marigolds and sweet William.
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Category： Author：novel
A piece-of-pie shaped room, built to utilize a scant, triangular space between two big warehouses, only a few feet wide at the front and no width at all at the rear.
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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：Robert Michael Ballantyne
Fred Temple was a tall, handsome young fellow of about five-and-twenty.
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Category： Author：D. H. Lawrence劳伦斯
A bunch of workmen were lying on the grass of the park beside Macquarie Street, in the dinner hour. It was winter, the end of May, but the sun was warm, and they lay there in shirt-sleeves, talking. Some were eating food from paper packages.
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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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