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Category： Author：Miss Mulock
In the story, the young Prince Dolor, whose legs are paralysed due to a childhood trauma, is exiled to a tower in a wasteland. As he grows older, a fairy godmother provides a magical travelling cloak so he can see, but not touch, the world.
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Category： Author：Charles Kingsley
TO MY YOUNGEST SON GRENVILLE ARTHUR AND TO ALL OTHER GOOD LITTLE BOYS.Come read me my riddle, each good little man; If you cannot read it, no grown up folk can.
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Category： Author：H. Rider Haggard
R.M.S. Mongolia, 12th May, 1904 Mayhap, Ella, here too distance lends its enchantment, and these gallant brethren would have quarrelled over Rosamund, or even had their long swords at each other’s throat. Mayhap that Princess and heroine might have failed in the hour of her trial and never earned her saintly crown. Mayhap the good hors...
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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：novel
McCutceon is at his best in this humorous and intriguing tale of a young man and his money. Castles, heroes, villains, maidens, servants and the cream of society get thrown I to one big pot and yield a great book to feast upon.
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Category： Author：Charles W. Chesnutt
The Marrow of Tradition is based on the only successful coup d’etat in American history, which took place after a race massacre in Wilmington, North Carolina, on November 10, 1898.
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Category： Author：novel
Miss Salome’s face was gently frowning as she wrote.
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Category： Author：novel
The morning sun was growing stronger as it rose higher. Collie, returning from driving his master's cow to the cool shade of the back pasture, felt its rays penetrate his shaggy coat. His tongue hung out as he padded swiftly up the garden path where already the dew was almost dried from the rows of marigolds and sweet William.
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Category： Author：Edward S. Ellis
Along the eastern bank a small Indian canoe, containing a single individual, was stealing its way—"hugging" the shore so as to take advantage of the narrow band of shadow that followed the winding of the stream.
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Category： Author：J. M. Barrie
Early this morning I opened a window in my school-house in the glen of Quharity, awakened by the shivering of a starving sparrow against the frosted glass.
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