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Category： Author：Warwick Deeping
James Canterton was camping out in the rosery under the shade of a white tent umbrella.
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Category： Author：Warwick Deeping
James Canterton was camping out in the rosery under the shade of a white tent umbrella.
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Category： Author：Jack London杰克·伦敦
Percival Ford wondered why he had come. He did not dance. He did not care much for army people.
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Category： Author：novel
It was ten o’clock and the Bishop was on his way to church. He was driving the old roan of the night before. A parody on a horse, to one who did not look closely, but to one who knows and looks beyond the mere external form for that hidden something in both man and horse which bespeaks strength and reserve force, there was seen through...
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Category： Author：Robert Michael Ballantyne
Dear Periwinkle,—Since that memorable, not to say miserable, day, when you and I parted at Saint Katherine’s Docks, (see note 1), with the rain streaming from our respective noses—rendering tears superfluous, if not impossible—and the noise of preparation for departure damaging the fervour of our “farewell”—since that day, I have ploug...
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Category： Author：novel
Bright and joyous was the aspect of nature on a spring morning in the beautiful county of Somersetshire. The budding green on the trees was yet so light, that, like a transparent veil, it showed the outlines of every twig; but on the lowlier hedges it lay like a rich mantle of foliage, and clusters of primroses nestled below, whi...
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Category： Author：novel
When a biographer encounters the duty of describing, in the abstract, a character which demands greater elaboration in order to do it reasonable justice, he must be excused for the roughness of the outlines, which, with the proper shadings thrown in, would give his descriptive picture more satisfactory approximation to its requir...
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Category： Author：novel
Alyarsmit clung to the top of a tall swaying hair and squinted toward the ponderous caterpillar-shaped beast way off in the very far distance.
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Category： Author：novel
Thick yellow fog, and in consequence electric light to dress by and breakfast by, was the opening day of the year. Never, to anyone who looks at this fact in the right spirit, did a year dawn more characteristically. The denseness, the utter inscrutability of the face of that which should be, was never better typified. We blindly grope...
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Category： Author：novel
As I have a sort of religion in literature, believing that no author can justly intrude upon the public without feeling that his writings may be of some benefit to mankind, I beg leave to apologize for this little book. I know, no critic can tell me better than I know myself, how much it falls short of what might have been done by an a...
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Category： Author：Jane Austen
Pride and Prejudice is a novel by Jane Austen It was begun in 1796; it was her second attempt at a novel and one of three—Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice, Northanger Abbey—requiring 12 years or more to bring to publication. She finished the original manuscript by 1797 in Steventon, Hampshire, where she lived with her parents...
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