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Mr. Achilles

By: Jennette Lee

Excerpt: I. ACHILLES GOES TO CHICAGO Achilles Alexandrakis was arranging the fruit on his stall in front of his little shop on Clark Street. It was a clear, breezy morning, cool for October, but not cold enough to endanger the fruit that Achilles handled so deftly in his dark, slender fingers. As he built the oranges into their yellow pyramid and grouped about them figs and dates, melons and pears, and grapes and pineapples, a look of content held his face. This was the ...

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Sketches Among the Poor, No. I

By: Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

In childhood's days, I do remember me Of one dark house behind an old elm-tree, By gloomy streets surrounded, where the flower Brought from the fresher air, scarce for an hour Retained its fragrant scent; yet men lived there, Yea, and in happiness; the mind doth clear In most dense airs its own bright atmosphere. But in the house of which I spake there dwelt One by whom all the weight of smoke was felt. She had o'erstepped the bound 'twixt youth and age A single, not a l...

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Biographical Essays

By: Thomas De Quincey

Excerpt: SHAKSPEARE. [Endnote: 1] William Shakspeare, the protagonist on the great arena of modern poetry, and the glory of the human intellect, was born at Stratford?upon?Avon, in the county of Warwick, in the year 1564, and upon some day, not precisely ascertained, in the month of April. It is certain that he was baptized on the 25th; and from that fact, combined with some shadow of a tradition, Malone has inferred that he was born on the 23d. There is doubtless, on th...

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Miss Billy

By: Eleanor H. Porter

Excerpt: Chapter 1. BILLY WRITES A LETTER Billy Neilson was eighteen years old when the aunt, who had brought her up from babyhood, died. Miss Benton?s death left Billy quite alone in the world ? alone, and peculiarly forlorn. To Mr. James Harding, of Harding Harding, who had charge of Billy?s not inconsiderable property, the girl poured out her heart in all its loneliness two days after the funeral.

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Chubu and Sheemish

By: Lord Dunsany

Excerpt: It was the custom on Tuesdays in the temple of Chu?bu for the priests to enter at evening and chant, ?There is none but Chu?bu.? And all the people rejoiced and cried out, ?There is none but Chu?bu.? And honey was offered to Chu?bu, and maize and fat. Thus was he magnified. Chu?bu was an idol of some antiquity, as may be seen from the color of the wood. He had been carved out of mahogany, and after he was carved he had been polished. Then they had set him up on ...

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Blackmail Bay

By: Walter B. Gibson

UNDER the gleam of a bluish light, the chart depicting Cobosco Bay stood out in vivid detail. Jutting in from the lower left corner was a promontory that marked the fishing village of Gosport, a stopping place for the old-fashioned double-decked steamers that still plied the bay, as indicated by a dotted line continuing northward. That line veered to the westward to avoid the Twins, two tiny isles that stood side by side, with a narrow channel in between; then the dotted...

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A Vindication of the Rights of Woman

By: Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

After considering the historic page, and viewing the living world with anxious solicitude, the most melancholy emotions of sorrowful indignation have depressed my spirits, and I have sighed when obliged to confess that either Nature has made a great difference between man and man, or that the civilisation which has hitherto taken place in the world has been very partial. I have turned over various books written on the subject of education, and patiently observed the cond...

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Ghasta, Or the Avenging Demon!

By: Percy Bysshe Shelley

Hark! the owlet flaps her wing, In the pathless dell beneath, Hark! night ravens loudly sing, Tidings of despair and death. -- Horror covers all the sky, Clouds of darkness blot the moon, Prepare! for mortal thou must die, Prepare to yield thy soul up soon -...

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Jesus of Nazareth

By: Paul Demasy

Excerpt: ABOUT THIS TRANSLATION I am describing this as an adaptation rather than a translation because I've taken more liberties with the text than is my normal practice when translating a play. While the work remains very faithful to the original, I've felt necessary to omit a few lines and include others for clarification purposes. I've also removed or changed a few references that might be taken as racist or anti?semitic. I do not believe that was the author?s intent...

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Ramuntcho

By: Pierre Loti

Excerpt: THE sad curlews, annunciators of the autumn, had just appeared in a mass in a gray squall, fleeing from the high sea under the threat of approaching tempests. At the mouth of the southern rivers, of the Adour, of the Nivelle, of the Bidassoa which runs by Spain, they wandered above the waters already cold, flying low, skimming, with their wings over the mirror?like surfaces. And their cries, at the fall of the October night, seemed to ring the annual half?death ...

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Innocent

By: Marie Corelli

The old by-road went rambling down into a dell of deep green shadow. It was a reprobate of a road,—a vagrant of the land,— having long ago wandered out of straight and even courses and taken to meandering aimlessly into many ruts and furrows under arching trees, which in wet weather poured their weight of dripping rain upon it and made it little more than a mud pool. Between straggling bushes of elder and hazel, blackberry and thorn, it made its solitary shambling way, s...

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The Billionaire

By: Maxim Gorky

Excerpt: THE KINGS of steel, of petroleum, and all the other kings of the United States have always in a high degree excited my power of imagination. It seemed to me certain that these people who possess so much money could not be like other mortals. Each of them (so I said to myself) must call his own, at least, three stomachs and a hundred and fifty teeth. I did not doubt that the millionaire ate without intermission, from six o?clock in the morning till midnight. It g...

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Stories by Foreign Authors : German, Volume 2

By: Joshua Hutchinson

Excerpt: Three o?clock had just struck from the tower of St. Nicholas, Leipzig, on the afternoon of December 22d, 1768, when a man, wrapped in a loose overcoat, came out of the door of the University. His countenance was exceedingly gentle, and on his features cheerfulness still lingered, for he had been gazing upon a hundred cheerful faces; after him thronged a troop of students, who, holding back, allowed him to precede them: the passengers in the streets saluted him, ...

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How to Live on Twentyfour Hours a Day

By: Enoch Arnold Bennett

Preface: This preface, though placed at the beginning, as a preface must be, should be read at the end of the book. I have received a large amount of correspondence concerning this small work, and many reviews of it?some of them nearly as long as the book itself?have been printed. But scarcely any of the comment has been adverse. Some people have objected to a frivolity of tone; but as the tone is not, in my opinion, at all frivolous, this objection did not impress me; a...

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The Evil Guest

By: Joseph Sheridan Lefanu

About sixty years ago, and somewhat more than twenty miles from the ancient town of Chester, in a southward direction, there stood a large, and, even then, an old-fashioned mansion-house. It lay in the midst of a demesne of considerable extent, and richly wooded with venerable timber; but, apart from the sombre majesty of these giant groups, and the varieties of the undulating ground on which they stood, there was little that could be deemed attractive in the place. A ce...

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The Nile Tributaries of Abyssinia and the Sword Hunters of the Ham...

By: Samuel White Baker

Preface: The work entitled ?The Albert N'yanza Great Basin of the Nile,? published in 1866, has given an account of the equatorial lake system from which the Egyptian river derives its source. It has been determined by the joint explorations of Speke, Grant, and myself, that the rainfall of the equatorial districts supplies two vast lakes, the Victoria and the Albert, of sufficient volume to support the Nile throughout its entire course of thirty degrees of latitude. Thu...

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The Country of the Pointed Firs

By: Sarah Orne Jewett

Excerpt: I. THE Return. THERE WAS SOMETHING about the coast town of Dunnet which made it seem more attractive than other maritime villages of eastern Maine. Perhaps it was the simple fact of acquaintance with that neighborhood which made it so attaching, and gave such interest to the rocky shore and dark woods, and the few houses which seemed to be securely wedged and tree?nailed in among the ledges by the Landing. These houses made the most of their seaward view, and th...

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The Adventures of Colonel Daniel Boone

By: John Filson

Curiosity is natural to the soul of man, and interesting objects have a powerful influence on our affections. Let these influencing powers actuate, by the permission or disposal of Providence, from selfish or social views, yet in time the mysterious will of Heaven is unfolded, and we behold our conduct, from whatsoever motives excited, operating to answer the important designs of heaven. Thus we behold Kentucke, lately an howling wilderness, the habitation of savages and...

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The Adventures of Paddy the Beaver

By: Thornton W. Burgess

This little rhyme Paddy the Beaver made up as he toiled at building the dam which was to make the pond he so much desired deep in the Green Forest. Of course it wasn't quite true, that about working all night and all day. Nobody could do that, you know, and keep it up. Everybody has to rest and sleep. Yes, and everybody has to play a little to be at their best. So it wasn't quite true that Paddy worked all day after working all night. But it was true that Paddy had no ti...

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A Lost Story

By: Frank Norris

AT nine o'clock that morning Rosella arrived in her little office on the third floor of the great publishing-house of Conant Company, and putting up her veil without removing her hat, addressed herself to her day's work. She went through her meager and unimportant mail, wrote a few replies, and then turned to the pile of volunteer manuscripts which it was her duty to read and report upon. For Rosella was Conant's reader, and so well was she acquainted with the needs of t...

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