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THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES by SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE ADVENTURE V. THE FIVE ORANGE PIPS When I glance over my notes and records of the Sherlock Holmes cases between the years '82 and...
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Chapter XIV In Which Phileas Fogg Descends The Whole Length Of The Beautiful Valley Of The Ganges Without Ever Thinking Of Seeing It The rash exploit had been accomplished; and for an hour...
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CHAPTER V Five o'clock had hardly struck on the morning of the 19th of January, when Bessie brought a candle into my closet and found me already up and nearly dressed. I had risen half-an-hour...
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CHAPTER XXIV As I rose and dressed, I thought over what had happened, and wondered if it were a dream. I could not be certain of the reality till I had seen Mr. Rochester again, and heard him renew...
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The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton CHAPTER XXII. "A party for the Blenkers--the Blenkers?" Mr. Welland laid down his knife and fork and looked anxiously and incredulously across...
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CHAPTER SIX The Adventure of the Bald Archaeologist I spent the night on a shelf of the hillside, in the lee of a boulder where the heather grew long and soft. It was a cold business, for I had...
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CHAPTER SEVEN The Dry-Fly Fisherman I sat down on a hill-top and took stock of my position. I wasn't feeling very happy, for my natural thankfulness at my escape was clouded by my severe...
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CHAPTER 13 During this time that Jurgis was looking for work occurred the death of little Kristoforas, one of the children of Teta Elzbieta. Both Kristoforas and his brother, Juozapas, were cripples,...
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CHAPTER XV DERELICT CLARA went with her husband to Sheffield, and Paul scarcely saw her again. Walter Morel seemed to have let all the trouble go over him, and there he was, crawling about on the mud...
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The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton CHAPTER XVII. "Your cousin the Countess called on mother while you were away," Janey Archer announced to her brother on the evening of his...
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