Where Angels Fear to Tread
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Where Angels Fear to Tread focuses on a group of English men and women living and traveling in Italy.
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Category: Author:novel
Where Angels Fear to Tread focuses on a group of English men and women living and traveling in Italy.
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Category: Author:Bret Harte布勒特·哈特
A league of tangled forest and canyon behind Rough-and-Ready, for which he had paid Don Ramon's heirs an extravagant price in the presumption that it was auriferous, furnished the most accessible timber to build the town, at prices which amply remunerated him.
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Category: Author:奥斯卡·王尔德 Oscar Wilde
He did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his hands
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Category: Author:Ann Radcliffe
On the northern shore of Sicily are still to be seen the magnificent remains of a castle, which formerly belonged to the noble house of Mazzini. It stands in the centre of a small bay, and upon a gentle acclivity, which, on one side, slopes towards the sea, and on the other rises into an eminence crowned by dark woods.
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Category: Author:Maurice Andrew Brackenreed Johnston
"Il n'y a pas trois officiers." Such was the memorable epigram by which Sherif Bey, Turkish Captain of the Prisoners-of-War Guard at Kăstamōni
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Category: Author:Sydney De Loghe
Where the equator girdles the earth, the Indian Ocean and the amorous waters of the Pacific have their marriage bed. Afire with the passions of the tropics, excited by breezes from a thousand islands of palm, of spice, of coral, of pearl, jewelled for the ceremony with quick-lived phosphorous lights, the oceans move to each other, and...
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Category: Author:Leslie Moore
The sea, which all day long had lain blue and sparkling, was changing slowly to a warm grey shot with moving purple and gold. The sky flamed with crimson and amber. But gradually the vivid warmth sank and faded; day slowly withdrew into the soft embrace of night, and a blue-grey mantle covered sea and sky and land.
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Category: Author:E. A. Gillie
Barbara entered the nursery with rather a worried look on her face. "Aunt Anne is coming to-morrow, children," she announced."To-morrow!" exclaimed a fair-haired boy, rising from the window-seat. "Oh, I say, Barbe, that's really rather hard lines—in the holidays, too."
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Category: Author:Charlotte Perkins Gilman
The "Foote Girls" were bustling along Margate Street with an air of united purpose that was unusual with them.
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