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简介：To the conquerors of my native State, and perhaps to some of her sons, a large part of the following defence will appear wholly unseasonable. A discussion of a social order totally overthrown, and nev...
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简介：What is the awkward age?Certainly not any special number of years. It is most frequently found between the ages of thirteen and twenty-seven, but some girls never go through it, and some never emerge ...
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简介：BETWEEN the Seine and the Rhine lay once a beautiful land wherein more history was made, and recorded in old monuments full of grace and grandeur and fancy, than in almost any other region of the worl...
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简介：AMELIA came running eagerly down the wide stairs, and though she was smiling with the joy of Vernons coming, she stopped on the bottom step long enough to shake out the skirt of the new spring gown sh...
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简介：My lords, if you would hear a high tale of love and of death, here is that of Tristan and Queen Iseult; how to their full joy, but to their sorrow also, they loved each other, and how at last they die...
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简介：This volume, from the land of the singing corn, is offered to the public by the Iowa Press and Authors' Club as the first bit of co-operative work done by Iowa writers. The anticipated needs of the br...
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简介：Hail, sweet asylum of my infancy! Content and innocence reside beneath your humble roof, and charity unboastful of the good it renders. Hail, ye venerable trees! my happiest hours of childish gayety w...
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简介：Here it is springtime again, boys!...
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简介：Wellingborough, as you are going to sea, suppose you take this shooting-jacket of mine along; it's just the thingtake it, it will save the expense of another. You see, it's quite warm; fine long skirt...
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简介：THE Dresden clock on the mantel struck twelve in soft, slow, golden notes. As the gentle echoes died away, Horace Abernethey, sitting huddled in a morris chair before the fire of logs, stirred feebly....
