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police have performed a simulated drug raid at a school in Brazil Indiana on fifth graders then a kid was attacked by one of the police dogs involved in the simulated raid this is from the Brazil...
CHAPTER XVIII The twelve years, continued Mrs. Dean, following that dismal period were the happiest of my life: my greatest troubles in their passage rose from our little lady's trifling...
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Howards End by E. M. Forster CHAPTER 12 Charles need not have been anxious. Miss Schlegel had never heard of his mother's strange request. She was to hear of it in after years, when she had...
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Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens CHAPTER 4 THE R. WILFER FAMILY Reginald Wilfer is a name with rather a grand sound, suggesting on first acquaintance brasses in country churches, scrolls in...
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Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens CHAPTER 1 OF AN EDUCATIONAL CHARACTER The school at which young Charley Hexam had first learned from a book--the streets being, for pupils of his degree, the great...
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Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens CHAPTER 16 AN ANNIVERSARY OCCASION The estimable Twemlow, dressing himself in his lodgings over the stable-yard in Duke Street, Saint James's, and hearing...
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BOOK TWO THE EARTH UNDER THE MARTIANS CHAPTER TEN THE EPILOGUE I cannot but regret, now that I am concluding my story, how little I am able to contribute to the discussion of the many debatable...
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THE PRESIDENT: Thank you. Well, good morning, everyone. Rosy, thank you for your kind words. I have never seen Rosy on the basketball court. I'll bet it would be a treat. (Laughter.) Rosy,...
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CHAPTER LIX. The Bulletin. The Duc de Beaufort wrote to Athos. The letter destined for the living only reached the dead. God had changed the address. "MY DEAR COMTE," wrote the...
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