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Category： Author：Stewart, Cal
The one particular object in writing this book is to furnish you with an occasional laugh, and the writer with an occasional dollar. If you get the laugh you have your equivalent, and the writer has his.
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Category： Author：Anthony Hope
Dolly Dialogues is a book written by Anthony Hope. Humorous dialogues of the flippant bachelor Carter with his flirtatious friend Dolly and other acquaintances. Good practice for modern readers in picking up implication in Victorian writing, as the large gaps make it clear where the reader is meant to fill in something that isn't being...
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Category： Author：Anna Katharine Green
A plan for a daring robbery is hatched between a professional criminal and an unscrupulous office manager.
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Category： Author：Kate Chopin
There was nothing to do on the plantation so Telèsphore, having a few dollars in his pocket, thought he would go down and spend Sunday in the vicinity of Marksville.There was really nothing more to do in the vicinity of Marksville than in the neighborhood of his own small farm; but Elvina would not be down there, nor Amaranthe, nor any...
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Category： Author：novel
Kenneth Stockton was a man of letters, and correspondingly poor. He was the literary editor of a leading metropolitan daily; but this job only netted him fifty dollars a week, and he was lucky to get that much. The owner of the paper was powerfully in favour of having the reviews done by the sporting editor, and confining them to...
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Category： Author：novel
ONE dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar...
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Category： Author：novel
\"You are aware, I suppose, Marshall, that there have been considerably over a million dollars\' worth of automobiles stolen in this city during the past few months?\" asked Guy Garrick one night when I had dropped into his office.
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Category： Author：novel
Amelia Maxwell sat by the front-chamber window of the great house overlooking the road, and her own \"story-an\'-a-half\" farther toward the west. Every day she was alone under her own roof, save at the times when old lady Knowles of the great house summoned her for work at fine sewing or braiding rags. All Amelia\'s kin were dead. Now...
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Category： Author：novel
He was a large young man in every dimension, broad of chest and big and pink of face and jovial of eye, and he chuckled as he passed the dice to his left-hand neighbor. There was a hundred dollars on the table and he gathered it up in a wad.
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Category： Author：novel
“You and I, Bill,” said Osceola, “are on top of the world and throwing rocks at rainbows!” The young Seminole chief, stooping quickly, picked something out of the short grass at the side of the Bolton driveway. “A couple of months ago I was a slave in a cypress swamp without a dollar to my name. Now I stumble over them!”
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