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by Erskine Childers
I HAVE read of men who, when forced by their calling to live for long periods in utter solitude-save for a few black fac...
by Ian Fleming
It was one of those Septembers when it seemed that the summer would never end.
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-loo...
by Agatha Christie
"Tommy, old thing!" "Tuppence, old bean!" The two young people greeted each other affectionately, and momentarily blocke...
by Joseph Conrad
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
THE suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset.
by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet
On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of Romance of the Rose wa...
by Booker T. Washington
I WAS born a slave on a plantation in Franklin County, Virginia.
by Charles F. Haanel, Ruth L. Miller
It is my privilege to enclose herewith Week One of The Master Key System.
by Louisa May Alcott
CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any pres- " grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
by Katherine Paterson
"Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, bariptity, bariptity-Good. His dad had the pickup going."
by Charles Dickens
IT WAS THE BEST of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the...
by Ian Fleming
The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high...
by Charles Dickens
AMONG OTHER PUBLIC BUILDINGS IN A CERTAIN TOWN, WHICH for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, an...
by Victor Hugo
Il y a aujourd'hui trois cent quarante-huit ans six mois et dix-neuf jours que les Parisiens s'éveillèrent au bruit de t...
by Thomas à Kempis, Jérôme de Gonnelieu
He that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, (1) saith the Lord.
by H. G. Wells
THE STRANGER CAME early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the ...