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LONG, long ago, in the time when only a few people lived upon the earth, there dwelt in the North a tribe of fishermen. Now, the best fish were to be found in the summer season, far up in the frozen...
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PART 5: Chapter XXI Some people contended that the reason Mademoiselle Reisz always chose apartments up under the roof was to discourage the approach of beggars, peddlars and callers. There were...
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Chapter XXXVI In Which Phileas Fogg's Name Is Once More At A Premium On 'Change It is time to relate what a change took place in English public opinion when it transpired that the real...
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CHAPTER XIII The event of Tess Durbeyfield's return from the manor of her bogus kinsfolk was rumoured abroad, if rumour be not too large a word for a space of a square mile. In the afternoon...
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Chapter VII. "GIT up! What you 'bout?" I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to make out where I was. It was after sun-up, and I had been sound asleep. Pap was standing...
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Chapter XIX TOM arrived at home in a dreary mood, and the first thing his aunt said to him showed him that he had brought his sorrows to an unpromising market: "Tom, I've a notion to...
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When a game goes through an on-again, off-again development cycle, that’s usually a bad thing. Delays are one thing, but cancellations almost never bode well for the game being shelved. And frankly,...
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CHAPTER XVI. A sputtering of musketry was always to be heard. Later, the cannon had entered the dispute. In the fog-filled air their voices made a thudding sound. The reverberations were continued....
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CHAPTER 4. THE TRAIL "Frank, what'll we do about horses?" asked Jones. "Jim'll want the bay, and of course you'll want to ride Spot. The rest of our...
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