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Category： Author：G. K. Chesterton
This is a collection of 12 totally seperate stories that are independent of each other but have one common thread. Father Brown is an amateur sleuth whose day job involves preaching to his congregation at church.
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Category： Author：Daniel Defoe
The Farther Adventures of Robinson Crusoe is a novel by Daniel Defoe, first published in 1719.
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Category： Author：Lucy Maud Montgomery
It is no exaggeration to say that what Longfellow did for Acadia, Miss Montgomery has done for Prince Edward Island. More than a million readers, young people as well as their parents and uncles and aunts,
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Category： Author：Gerald Breckenridge
“Look here, Jack, we ought to do something to help Wimba. I don’t believe he’s getting a square deal.”“Nor I, Frank. But what can we do? Chief Ruku-Ru is supreme here. And if he decides against Wimba—”Jack Hampton’s tone was as near hopeless as one could ever expect to hear from the lips of that optimistic young adventurer.
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Category： Author：novel
He was the most innocent-looking chap you ever saw. He had the face of a cherub, eyes which inhabit the faces of angels, and a smile which every woman envied.
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Category： Author：novel
Nadina, the Russian dancer who had taken Paris by storm, swayed to the sound of the applause, bowed and bowed again. Her narrow black eyes narrowed themselves still more, the long line of her scarlet mouth curved faintly upwards. Enthusiastic Frenchmen continued to beat the ground appreciatively as the curtain fell with a swish, hidin...
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Category： Author：novel
Twenty years ago the Hallelujah Band spread itself far and wide, but soon spent itself like a straw fire. Then arose the Salvation Army, doing the same kind of work, and indulging in the same vagaries. These were imitations of the antics of the cruder forms of Methodism. Even the all-night meetings of the Whitechapel Salvationist...
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Category： Author：novel
Joy Nelson came into the room that she was sharing with two other girls, at half-past four in the morning. She was tired. She had been dancing steadily all night; her new silver slippers were killing her; and she was not accustomed to being up late. She could hardly wait to take her slippers off and get ready to sleep for a few h...
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