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by Eleanor Hodgman Porter, Porter
Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June morning.
by George Eliot, Jessica Hische
MISS BROOKE had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
by Bram Stoker
3 May. Bistritz. - Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at...
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
A tall, slim girl, 'half past sixteen', with serious grey eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on...
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were li...
by Harriet Beecher Stowe
LATE in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting in a well-furnished room in a town in Kent...
by Philip Pullman
Will tugged at his mother's hand and said, "Come on, come on..."
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
MRS. RACHEL LYNDE lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladie...
by J. K. Rowling
Les deux hommes surgirent de nulle part, à quelques mètres l’un de l’autre, sur le chemin étroit éclairé par la lune. Pe...
by Charles Dickens
Among other public buildings in a certain town which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and...
by Mark Twain
YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
IN THE YEAR 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go throu...
by H. Rider Haggard
It is a curious thing that at my age-fifty-five last birthday-I should find myself taking up a pen to try and write a hi...
by Jane Austen
IT IS A TRUTH universally acknowledge, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
by Philip Pullman
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen.
by Jane Austen
Jane Austen was born on December 16, 1775, in the year before the American Declaration of Independence, and she died on ...
by L. Frank Baum
"Please miss," said the shaggy man, "can you tell me the road to Butterfield?"
by Mark Twain
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory-an office of such majesty that is concentrated in itsel...