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"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man
who opened the great gate at which read more
"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man
who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him.
We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee in
the time that I lived there so successfully read more
We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee in
the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself
as a child.
It was the first Tuesday in August. The Nebraska heat rolled in
upon one like the engulfing waves of read more
It was the first Tuesday in August. The Nebraska heat rolled in
upon one like the engulfing waves of a dry sea,--a thick material
substance against which one seemed to push when moving about.
The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a
dingy whirl at the window; a read more
The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a
dingy whirl at the window; a smoky gust through the fire-place; a
shadow black as a bear's cave under the table. Nothing in all
the cavernous room, loomed really warm or familiar except a glass
of stale water, and a vapid, half-eaten grape-fruit.
In 1846 the prairie town of Oak River existed only in a settler's
dream.
In 1846 the prairie town of Oak River existed only in a settler's
dream.
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of
the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies read more
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of
the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded
yellow sun.
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo,
lying on the rug.
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo,
lying on the rug.
The new church of St. John's, on Fifth Avenue, was thronged the
morning of the last Sunday of October, read more
The new church of St. John's, on Fifth Avenue, was thronged the
morning of the last Sunday of October, in the year 1880. Sitting
in the gallery, beneath the unfinished frescoes, and looking down
the nave, one caught an effect of autumn gardens, a suggestion of
chrysanthemums and geraniums, or of October woods, dashed with
scarlet oaks and yellow maples.
To stretch his legs between consultations, Maclean escorted his
last patient to Baker Street station.
To stretch his legs between consultations, Maclean escorted his
last patient to Baker Street station.