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by Louisa May Alcott
"CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
by D. H. Lawrence
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking.
by Louisa May Alcott
IN ORDER THAT we may start fresh and go to Meg's wedding with free minds, it will be well to begin with a little gossip ...
by Charlotte Brontë
My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton.
by Fanny Burney, Frances Burney
CAN any thing, my good Sir, be more painful to a friendly mind, than a necessity of communicating disagreeable intellige...
by George Eliot, Jessica Hische
MISS BROOKE had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew is a lively, vigorous and much-adapted play.
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
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 Edith Wharton
I HAD the story, bit by bit, from various people and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different s...
by William Shakespeare
Enter Leonato Gouernour of Messina, Innogen his wife, Hero his daughter, and Beatrice his Neece, with a messenger.
by Emily Brontë
1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Near everyone agreed Mary Lennox was a most disagreeable child.
by Mary Shelley
In the introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, Mary Shelley presents herself as "the daughter of two persons o...
by E. M. Forster
"The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all.
by Jane Austen
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
by Charlotte Brontë
Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the north of England: they lie very thick on the hills; ever...