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Category: Author:Jennette Lee
Achilles Alexandrakis was arranging the fruit on his stall in front of his little shop on Clark Street.
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Category: Author:Jennette Lee
Achilles Alexandrakis was arranging the fruit on his stall in front of his little shop on Clark Street.
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Category: Author:Meigs, Cornelia
"The Windy Hill" is a novel about the complexities of how past and present interweave within families to create ongoing histories that repeat themselves.
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Category: Author:novel
Three young sisters, their doctor brother and physically frail mother have to vacate their house for the summer and rent a small farm called Rainbow Hill.
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Category: Author:novel
The Witching Hill Estate Office was as new as the Queen Anne houses it had to let, and about as worthy of its name. It was just a wooden box with a veneer of rough-cast and a corrugated iron lid.
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Category: Author:Joseph A. Altsheler
A canoe containing two boys and a man was moving slowly on one of the little lakes in the great northern wilderness of what is now the State of New York. The water, a brilliant blue under skies of the same intense sapphire tint, rippled away gently on either side of the prow, or rose in heaps of glittering bubbles, as the paddles...
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Category: Author:novel
Title: Charles W. Quantrell A True Report of his Guerrilla Warfare on the Missouri and
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Category: Author:novel
It was our old friend Oscar Preston who said this. He was standing on the platform in front of the station at Julesburg, gazing after the stage-coach in which Leon Parker, the disgusted and repentant runaway, whose adventures and mishaps have already been described, had taken passage for Atchison.
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Category: Author:novel
I sit down to give you an undeniable proof of my considering your desires as indispensable orders. Ungracious then as the task may be, I shall recall to view those scandalous stages of my life, out of which I emerged, at length, to the enjoyment of every blessing in the power of love, health and fortune to bestow; whilst yet in t...
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Category: Author:novel
The house, a three-story red-brick residence, was on Walnut Street, near Beacon. Its narrow front faced the state Capitol with its gold-sheeted dome; from its stoop one could look down on the Common and, from the corner of the street, see the Public Gardens. It was a Sunday morning and the Browne family were at breakfast in the dining-...
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Category: Author:novel
The bus drove up to the gate and stopped under the electric street-light. Perched on the box by the big, black negro driver sat a little boy whose slender figure was swathed in a huge rain coat.
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