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Category： Author：Miss Mulock
In the story, the young Prince Dolor, whose legs are paralysed due to a childhood trauma, is exiled to a tower in a wasteland. As he grows older, a fairy godmother provides a magical travelling cloak so he can see, but not touch, the world.
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Category： Author：Ernest William Hornung
They were terribly sentimental words, but the fellow sang them as though he meant every syllable. Altogether, the song was not the kind of thing to go down with a back-block audience, any more than the singer was the class of man.
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Category： Author：Gould, Nat
Lessons were over for the day, and the boys at Redbank School came running with shouts and whoops of joy into the playing-fields. They were like young colts freed from restraint for a few hours, and eager to make the most of their liberty.
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Category： Author：Marian Keith
Other years, by the time the mid-June days were come, the little brook that sang through John McIntyre's pasture-field had shrunk to a mere jeweled thread of golden pools and silver shallows, with here and there only the bleached pebbles to mark its course.
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Category： Author：Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett
Were Nature just to Man from his first hour, he need not ask for Mercy; then ’tis for us—the toys of Nature—to be both just and merciful, for so only can the wrongs she does be undone.
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Category： Author：George MacDonald
"Sir Gibbie is the charming story of asimple good boy who grew to be a simple good man. It is charming in two ways--byits power to give delight and arouse admiration and also because it does so ina magical way.
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Category： Author：novel
Being a True Account of Some of the Recent Adventures beyond the Styx of the Late Hieronymus Carl Friedrich, Sometime Baron Munchausen of Bodenwerder
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Category： Author：John Buchan
It was written in 1913, when it was serialised in Blackwood's Magazine, and it was published in book form in 1916.
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Category： Author：Charles Dickens查尔斯·狄更斯
The pages of this little book were in type and about to be sent for correction to my sister—who had been for some months in very delicate health—when she suddenly became still more gravely ill. The hand which had traced the words of love and veneration dedicated to our father’s memory grew too feeble to hold a pen, and before the proo...
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Category： Author：Bret Harte布勒特·哈特
“In the Carquinez Woods, in the arms of the man you were just defending—Low, the half-breed.” The room had become so dark that from the road nothing could be distinguished. Only the momentary sound of struggling feet was heard. “Sit down,” said Brace's voice, “and don't be a fool.
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