Norma: A Flower Scout
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A SERIES OF STORIES FOR GIRLS
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The Man of the Desert begins at a small railroad station. Onlookers are speculating about a fancy private railroad car that has arrived in the night.
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The Flower of the Chapdelaines Hardcover – May 26, 2017 by George Washington Cable
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Category： Author：Edwin L. (Legrand) Sabin
In the estimate of the affable brakeman (a gentleman wearing sky-blue army pantaloons tucked into cowhide boots, half-buttoned vest, flannel shirt open at the throat, and upon his red hair a flaring-brimmed black slouch hat) we were making a fair average of twenty miles an hour across the greatest country on earth.
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THE summer moon shone brightly down upon the sleeping earth, while far away from mortal eyes danced the Fairy folk. Fire-flies hung in bright clusters on the dewy leaves, that waved in the cool night-wind; and the flowers stood gazing, in very wonder, at the little Elves, who lay among the fern-leaves, swung in the vine-boughs, s...
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"I'm not at all sure," Under-Secretary Sternwheeler said, "that I fully understand the necessity for your ... ah ... absenting yourself from your post of duty, Mr. Retief. Surely this matter could have been dealt with in the usual way—assuming any action is necessary."
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This gentleman is of very ancient descent. His lineage dwarfs that of the proudest nobles and kings. English peers whose ancestors came in with the Conqueror; the Guelphs, Hapsburgs, and Hohenzollens of our European thrones; are things of yesterday compared with his Highness the Devil. The C?sars themselves, the more ancient rule...
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When by the changeless Power of a Supreme Decree The poet issues forth upon this sorry sphere,
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It was the coldest morning of the winter, thus far, and winter is no joke on those northern tablelands, where the streams still run black in token of their forest origin, and old men remember how the deer used to be driven to their clearings for food, when the snow had piled itself breast high through the fastnesses of the Adirondacks....
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\"What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up and bathe the world in light! He looked— Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean\'s liquid mass, beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy.\"
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