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Only the fibbing of this second young man seemed rather more shameless! I said: "I didn't know that Miss Million had any cousins. " "And you don't believe it now you hear it? Is that so?" he said, still smiling cheerfully. "Why, it's quite right to be on the side of caution. But you're overdoing it, Miss Smith. I'm rel... | A patient in peril of death had begged Doctor James to try it upon him. The doctor had consented. The patient had died, and though it was not really because of the serum, but because the man couldn't possibly have lived in any case, the doctor's enemies had blamed him. "That was what broke his heart," Mrs. James explai... | 0 | Young women -- Fiction | Onions, Mrs. Oliver | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel) | 33977 | 19742 | Onions, Mrs. Oliver_[Miss Million's Maid: A Romance of Love and Fortune]_1500_33 | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel)_[The Heather-Moon]_1500_38 |
According to the king, to whom the flying messenger had come, there were myriads of canoes and they were headed for a part of the beach about three leagues north of the village. It was the best place for landing along the entire coast and was, besides, the point nearest the home of the coming foe. It was evident that t... | Mos' of 'em was Scandinav'ans, Sir, but the skipper was a mulatter or somethin' o' that specie, Sir, an' blow me hif he didn't talk with a haccent what might ha' been learnt at Wapping, Sir. " Rawlins whistled. "I'll say there was something queer about her!" he exclaimed. "Anything else? Did you note her name and port?... | 0 | Adventure stories | McCutcheon, George Barr | Verrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt) | 13967 | 39576 | McCutcheon, George Barr_[Nedra]_1500_41 | Verrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt)_[The Radio Detectives]_1500_33 |
" This subtle touch completed the conquest of Gita's jealous reserve. She was increasingly astonished to discover herself freeing her spirit of the toxic baggage she’d carried for twenty‑two years. She recounted the chronicle from the start, leaving out no detail—neither extrinsic nor subjective. If she paused to remin... | Anna-Felicitas inquired what that last word meant for it was Anna-Rose's word, and Anna-Rose explained that it meant not minding things like being housemaids. " Which we don't," said Anna-Rose. " Upper and Under. Naturally, I’ll take the Upper position since I’m the eldest. Anna‑Felicitas suggested that its meaning be ... | 0.3 | Young women -- Fiction | Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn | Arnim, Elizabeth von | 65310 | 14646 | Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn_[The Crystal Cup]_1500_21_0.6 | Arnim, Elizabeth von_[Christopher and Columbus]_1500_5_0.7 |
How odd," laughing, "that you should be so dark—like me—all your sisters quite fair—you should not put your tucker so high—mine is quite the ton—you see how the lace is arranged—how do you like Winston? I suppose you have not much company? I dare say, it is dull; you shall come to Croydon, as Margaret will not go back,... | Perhaps she feared that a pair of keen young eyes, unvailed by glamor, would see how morally hideous she was—how base and scheming, and unworthy of her husband. Sir Harold's infatuation with his wife deepened as the time wore on. His love for her became a species of worship. All that she did was good in his eyes. Lady ... | 0 | Young women -- Fiction | Hubback, Catherine Anne Austen | Lewis, Harriet | 54066 | 68274 | Hubback, Catherine Anne Austen_[Meditaciones del Quijote]_1500_10 | Lewis, Harriet_[Neva's three lovers: a novel]_1500_5 |
Darya Mihailovna was mistaken. Natalya did not chatter to Rudin like a school-girl; she eagerly drank in his words, she tried to penetrate to their full significance; she submitted her thoughts, her doubts to him; he became her leader, her guide. So far, it was only the brain that was stirred, but in the young the brai... | I was standing there in my short jacket, staring at the floor, like a man under sentence of death. Zinaïda's treatment of me had crushed me utterly. What was my astonishment, when, as she passed me, she whispered quickly with her former kind expression in her eyes: "Come to see us at eight, do you hear, be sure…." I si... | 1 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Toergenev, Ivan | Toergenev, Ivan | 6900 | 9911 | Toergenev, Ivan_[Rudin: A Novel]_1500_13 | Toergenev, Ivan_[The Torrents of Spring]_1500_39 |
For, you see, a whisper spoken at the wrong time might have undone all—a clumsy step have cost us more than a man cared to count. We were but four, and, for all I know, there might have been four hundred on Ken's Island. You wouldn't wonder, then, if I sometimes questioned whether tomorrow’s sun would still be upon us,... | I went abundantly farther than any one had before been, but saw no variation in the woody scene; and coming round westward home, I had a view of hoximo; which is nothing but a narrow cleft in the earth, on the top of the Black Mountain, of a most extraordinary depth; for upon dropping a stone down, you shall hear it st... | 0.4 | Adventure stories | Pemberton, Max | Paltock, Robert | 29462 | 51967 | Pemberton, Max_[The House Under the Sea: A Romance]_1500_10_0.3 | Paltock, Robert_[The Life and Adventures of Peter Wilkins, Complete (Volumes 1 and 2)]_1500_86_0.9 |
All I really hoped for was one faithful subject. " " You have one whose loyalty won't change. But you mustn't expect too much, because I'm giving up my adventurous career and turning business man. People like Bolivar, and the other figure you asked me to copy, aren’t born every day—and I'm not even sure we'd appreciate... | Looking ahead, a night in the Big Woods did not appall him; being fond of adventure, Bluff might even welcome the experience for a change. Being thrown on their own resources would bring out their ability to take care of themselves. Bluff, eager to prove his trustworthiness to Frank while off in the woods, wanted to be... | 0.1 | Adventure stories | Bindloss, Harold | Allen, Captain Quincy | 37582 | 42630 | Bindloss, Harold_[The Telegraph Messenger Boy; Or, The Straight Road to Success]_1500_57_0.2 | Allen, Captain Quincy_[Las noches mejicanas]_1500_24_0.4 |
And I knew that Sam was right in saying that other things would go along with me. . . . And I needed them, yet above all, I needed my mother. And I needed her because of Sam Deane, which I can't explain. I fumbled in my pocket, uncovering her letter and a tiny torn piece of newspaper that bore Sam's writing. Dear Jane ... | "Annette," said a girl from across the room, "how are you getting on? I think that's too original of you. Are you still doing that? asked another. Annette nodded. " What?" She asked a bewildered onlooker. She was informed that she was working—really working. My dear, how sweet!" said the informed. " Isn't it uplifting,... | 0.7 | Young women -- Fiction | Haviland, Katharine Taylor | Haviland, Katharine Taylor | 69474 | 60099 | Haviland, Katharine Taylor_[The Hand-Made Gentleman: A Tale of the Battles of Peace]_1500_43_0.6 | Haviland, Katharine Taylor_[Cecilia of the Pink Roses]_1500_23_0.7 |
Although, with characteristic importunity, he had decided to repair to the residence of a lady with whom he was barely acquainted, and who had not accorded him an invitation (his pretext for such presumption being that, according to information received, she happened to be entertaining guests who were both intellectual... | 'What ought I to give him?' asked Arkady. ' Oh, I think Buchner's _Stoff und Kraft_ to begin with.' ' "I agree," Arkady remarked approvingly, "Stoff und Kraft is written in popular language." Well, well. Perhaps Bazarov is right, but I must admit that I feel upset that now, after hoping to finally forge close, intimate... | 0.9 | Historical fiction | Toergenev, Ivan | Toergenev, Ivan | 47935 | 30723 | Toergenev, Ivan_[Fathers and Sons]_1500_28_0.4 | Toergenev, Ivan_[The Old Yellow Book: Source of Robert Browning's The Ring and the Book]_1500_11_0.4 |
In a single instant the Fall grew gloriously light and beautiful, and the foaming, flashing surface of the water seemed by the touch of some fairy wand transformed into a stupendous rainbow of indescribable loveliness, as the changing lights appeared to come and go through the driving rifts of steaming, gauze-like vapo... | " "But we must be rid of him," I cried; "we shall not be safe while he follows. " Even as the maid remained silent, I sensed that she feared Clement Killigrew deeply. At that point I felt anxious, truly overwhelmed by awkwardness and helplessness. I hesitated to offer alternatives because, despite what she had said, sh... | 0.3 | Adventure stories | Fletcher, Lawrence | Hocking, Joseph | 32912 | 54239 | Fletcher, Lawrence_[Into the Unknown: A Romance of South Africa]_1500_3_0.6 | Hocking, Joseph_[Mistress Nancy Molesworth: A Tale of Adventure]_1500_36_0.8 |
Her limbs ached with fatigue, but a streak of red sunset, casting a glow on the river, attracted her irresistibly, and though the light had long faded, and the air was chill and damp, she still paced up and down; but she started, and a sudden giddiness came over her, as a deep voice accosted her. " Miss Ward, is this w... | Still the supper was begun and ended without him, and they had drawn round the fire again before his welcome step was at last heard. New joy arrived, accompanied by embraces, questions, and answers; the small circle widened to welcome him, and Alice placed a cup of hot chocolate at his side. After drinking half a cup a... | 0.1 | Young women -- Fiction | Carey, R. Nouchette (Rosa Nouchette) | Warner, Susan | 40083 | 18689 | Carey, R. Nouchette (Rosa Nouchette)_[The strike at Too Dry]_1500_64_0.3 | Warner, Susan_[The Wide, Wide World]_1500_85_0.6 |
I realized what she had never told me, the past years and this past month of drudgery and loneliness and insult! She tended your mother, did the chores normally handled by servants, earned the money to cover the family's bare necessities—while you and your father enjoyed luxuries—and endured ridicule, as I noted. And o... | Of course, it's all fairy-tale; but Adrienne is a fairy-tale person; material things don't count with her at all. She dismisses them with a wave, hoping others will do the same. Her constant mantra is: “What use is my money if it doesn't open doors for the people I love?” She's pushing young Besley into that role simpl... | 0.9 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Sedgwick, Anne Douglas | Sedgwick, Anne Douglas | 42109 | 42428 | Sedgwick, Anne Douglas_[The Dull Miss Archinard]_1500_40_0.2 | Sedgwick, Anne Douglas_[Adrienne Toner: A Novel]_1500_26_0.5 |
Where were the galleries and faïence pavements of the château of Ecouen, Mirabel's contemporary? And Anet, that palace of love, fruit of the same brain as Mirabel, where every door and window bore the interlaced monograms of Henri II. and Diane de Poitiers? Of that jewel of stone, set in its woods in the valley of the ... | But Fort William, between Inverlochy Castle and the little town of Maryburgh, was not so accommodating as its fellow. For one thing, it was in a better position to defend itself, since sloops of war could come up Loch Linnhe to revictual it, even though the Highlanders held the narrows at Corran. It had a garrison of f... | 1 | Historical fiction | Broster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen) | Broster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen) | 59937 | 72918 | Broster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)_[Fighting in Flanders]_1500_20 | Broster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)_[Algemeene Geschiedenis in Verhalen: Oudheid]_1500_37 |
"Never mind," said he to the young cornet who rode by his side; "the light will not hurt us, for we will make them hear us before they see us. We will be back as far as this before thirty men in the parish are awake. It will be best for them who sleep soundest. " " Except for those in the chateau, General," said the co... | 2. Geoffroy, Count of La Marche, was alive in 1210. The character is fictional. He married Eustacie de Chabot (A). A. Eustacie de Chabot. B. Clemence, daughter of Hugues, Viscount of Chatelherault. The character is fictional. Descendants of Hugues IX. According to Mahaud, Hugues X., the Brun, was killed at Massoura in ... | 0.2 | Historical fiction | Trollope, Anthony | Holt, Emely Sarah | 5709 | 44115 | Trollope, Anthony_[Warwick, the Kingmaker]_1500_66_0.1 | Holt, Emely Sarah_[Lady Sybil's Choice: A Tale of the Crusades]_1500_49_0.8 |
She was still holding together; but whether or not they had yet launched the boat, I was too far off and too low down to see. While I was hailing the brig, I spied a tract of water lying between us where no great waves came, but which yet boiled white all over and bristled in the moon with rings and bubbles. Sometimes ... | Twas heartrending for an officer who had a heart to look down his line on a parade-day afterwards, and miss hundreds of faces of comrades—humble or of high rank—that had gathered but yesterday full of courage and cheerfulness round the torn and blackened flags. Where were our friends? As the great Duke reviewed us, rid... | 0.3 | Historical fiction | Stevenson, R. L. (Robert Louis) | Thackeray, W. M. | 421 | 2511 | Stevenson, R. L. (Robert Louis)_[Dust of the Desert]_1500_22_0.1 | Thackeray, W. M._[The History of Henry Esmond, Esq., a Colonel in the Service of Her Majesty Queen Anne]_1500_88_0.9 |
Then he crossed himself and said, softly: "Signora!" Hermione did not hear him. She was wrapped in the passion of her prayer. " Signora!" He bent forward and touched her on the shoulder. She sprang to her feet, turning her head as she rose. Gaspare!" She looked startled. The sudden jolt back into reality left her perpl... | She found Mrs. Dennison alone, and opened fire at once. " What have you done, Maggie?" She cried, flinging her gloves onto the table and looking at her friend with an accusing expression. Mrs. Dennison sniffed the rose, lingered on its scent a little longer, and then posed another question. Why can't men hate quietly? ... | 0.1 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Hichens, Robert | Hawkins, Anthony Hope | 20157 | 40583 | Hichens, Robert_[The Call of the Blood]_1500_83_0.2 | Hawkins, Anthony Hope_[Real Ghost Stories]_1500_13_0.5 |
"I haven't quite got over it myself yet. " She sat down again in her chair. " It properly took my breath away for the minute," she declared. " I’m more delighted than I can say, Mr. Dryden, and I’m sure no gentleman in the world deserves a bit of good luck more than you do. Thank you very much," I returned, with my bes... | "Cullen himself was the first to break the enchantment. He lifted the watch from its fob, gripped it by the ribbon, and spun it back and forth. The large silver watch gleamed with each turn, throwing tiny sparks of fire and flashing with dazzling brilliance. The company’s eyes were drawn to the watch; they observed it ... | 0.1 | Adventure stories | Bridges, Victor | Mason, A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley) | 66969 | 38693 | Bridges, Victor_[Greensea Island: A Mystery of the Essex Coast]_1500_28_0.2 | Mason, A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley)_[The Watchers: A Novel]_1500_9_0.4 |
Sir Oliver rose and stretched himself at the back of the box. "Devilish good! Splendid! Never thought Walter could touch it. Miss Gurney, too, immense. Puts one in mind of Adelaide Neilson. Best Juliet there has ever been. Before your time, John. Jolly good job, however, people don't go on like that in real life. " Ste... | "My dearest boy, I haven't been able to see you to shake you by the hand. The play's immense, colossal. You've marked a new era,—the Marlowe of our time. " "Very good of you to say so," murmured the dramatic author. "It is my most esteemed privilege," said Roderick, and waving an adieu with his well-gloved hand, he wen... | 1 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Locke, W. J. (William John) | Locke, W. J. (William John) | 53994 | 56013 | Locke, W. J. (William John)_[Stella Maris]_1500_41 | Locke, W. J. (William John)_[The White Dove]_1500_12 |
In a gulley a herd of buffalo were buried chest-deep, some of the outer ones frozen solid, the others subsisting by their combined animal heat. A herd of great deer—the bucks as tall at the shoulder as a tall man—that Tawannears called Wapiti—were plunging clumsily through the crusted surface of the snow, falling forwa... | All the objections that Colonel DeLisle could see to the marriage of Sanda Stanton with the deserter St. George, the deserter St. George saw, and many more. It was caddish to think of marrying her, and monstrous to think of giving her up. His anxious thoughts toiled round and round in a vicious circle whence there seem... | 0 | Adventure stories | Smith, A. D. Howden (Arthur Douglas Howden) | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel) | 70077 | 20815 | Smith, A. D. Howden (Arthur Douglas Howden)_[Beyond the sunset]_1500_24 | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel)_[The Case of the Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study]_1500_71 |
She had brought a helpless infant—presumably the infant of her lover—into the world, and would not even acknowledge it was hers. Who was the father of this child, thought Liz, that he could stand by quietly and see the desertion of his offspring? Had he no natural instincts, any more than the partner of his sin? Would ... | She loaded herself with reproaches for her own credulity that had betrayed Nita into the power of her enemy. But soon there came to her a letter from Pirate Beach that set her mind at rest. Donald Kayne, after meeting Nita, had thought kindly of poor Lizette's anxiety, and himself wrote her a short letter informing her... | 0 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Church, Mrs. Ross | Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs. | 75275 | 43471 | Church, Mrs. Ross_[The Best of the World's Classics, Restricted to Prose, Vol. X (of X) - America - II, Index]_1500_14 | Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs._[They Looked and Loved; Or, Won by Faith]_1500_38 |
Charlie's face had flushed to the temples at a tone and command so unusual and so humiliating. ' Oh, mamma,' urged Ernestine, attempting, but in vain, to catch her mother's hand, 'spare me and pardon him!' ' Him? Who!' ' Carl.' ' You call him Carl already—and this to my face! This intruder, who—although garbed in the k... | I They were to be married before the open fire, in the big living-room of the old house on the hill. Upstairs, Bess Holt was helping Faith dress. Seated before the weather‑worn, veneered dressing table—its small mirror angled toward the curved stands—Faith offered herself quietly and happily to Bess’s gentle ministrati... | 0.2 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Grant, James | Williams, Ben Ames | 68789 | 36881 | Grant, James_[The dead tryst]_1500_11_0.4 | Williams, Ben Ames_[Πλουτάρχου Βίοι Παράλληλοι - Τόμος 1 Θησεύς - Ρωμύλος - Λυκούργος - Νουμάς]_1500_1_0.6 |
I come of as good family as you do, and you know it. You gave false information about me, because you have a grudge against me. I don't know what it was, but it wasn't true, and I'll prove it. " Dan’s righteous anger overpowered him, and he struggled to break free from Constable Wolff’s restraining grip. He didn’t know... | Only when Day and Night, and Life and Death, are ended and swallowed up in that from which they came, what shall be our fate, oh Holly? Who can see so far? Not even I!" Then, with a sudden shift in tone and manner, he asked, “Have you seen enough, stranger, or shall I show you more of the wonders of these tombs that fo... | 0.2 | Adventure stories | Webster, Frank V. | Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider) | 68436 | 3155 | Webster, Frank V._[Only a farm boy; or, Dan Hardy's rise in life]_1500_16_0.2 | Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)_[Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 158, June 9, 1920]_1500_44_0.7 |
When he appeared in the ring, what a roar of applause went up. He bowed proudly before the president, declaring that he would slay the bull for the honor of Madrid’s people and its distinguished president, cast aside his hat, advanced, and waved his scarlet cloak, igniting a wave of excitement. In the streets, people s... | " "Good Lord!" Mrs. Cupp cried, and after staring at her alarmed for a moment, she dabbed a faint wetness from her upper lip. She was the sort of woman who would easily take a somewhat melodramatic view whenever a case offered her an opening. Jane!" Shifting her back, she managed a faint gasp and whispered, “Do you thi... | 0.8 | Young women -- Fiction | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | 25726 | 17226 | Burnett, Frances Hodgson_[The pretty sister of José 1889]_1500_3_0.4 | Burnett, Frances Hodgson_[Emily Fox-Seton : being The making of a marchioness and The methods of Lady Walderhurst]_1500_36_0.7 |
They can be made use of right away, young as they are, if they're wanted. " Lydia looked at him with involuntary admiration. " How's Nathalie?" " Come along and see her," said Colonel Kennedy. Lydia accepted with a certain relief. She wanted to postpone her return home because she could hardly bear the thought of speak... | The Madden flat was hot and the smell of frying potatoes filled it. Two or three flies buzzed without pause, darting from corner to corner and then clinging to a four‑year‑old boy, whose shrieks answered their sudden arrival. When this happened, a girl of seven leapt from the stove, shooing the flies away, and exclaime... | 0.2 | Young women -- Fiction | Dashwood, Elizabeth M. | Haviland, Katharine Taylor | 73352 | 60099 | Dashwood, Elizabeth M._[The heel of Achilles]_1500_73_0.5 | Haviland, Katharine Taylor_[Cecilia of the Pink Roses]_1500_1_0.7 |
Hippolyte had engaged them beforehand, and seemed rather apologetic about them, and finally, when there did not appear half enough to go round, he shrugged his shoulders almost up to his ears and said, "Que voulez vous!" and that "Ces Messieurs" would have to be "tres bourgeois en voyage," and that there was nothing fo... | Each day she was enlarging her vocabulary of words to use—adapting sentences which she had read of fine English to modern requirements, pruning colloquialisms, cultivating pronunciation, polishing her critical faculties. The only evil that can trouble them is their excess wealth, which distorts proper entertainment and... | 0.7 | Young women -- Fiction | Glyn, Elinor | Glyn, Elinor | 10959 | 40893 | Glyn, Elinor_[Little White Fox and his Arctic Friends]_1500_10 | Glyn, Elinor_[The Career of Katherine Bush]_1500_20_0.9 |
He was going to be candid from now on for the rest of his days, but the preliminary plunges were, he found, after all a little difficult. Even with the pellucidly candid Annas—ears pricked up attentively, minds impartial, and hearts benevolent—he found it difficult. It was because, on the subject of mothers, he feared ... | Then I shall know you have at last had enough of me, of my moods, of my odious fits of bombastic eloquence, of my still more odious facetiousness, of my scoldings of you and of my complacency about myself. It turns out you truly enjoy my scoldings. That’s utterly shameful of you. You seem to resent letters that are fil... | 0.7 | Young women -- Fiction | Arnim, Elizabeth von | Arnim, Elizabeth von | 14646 | 35282 | Arnim, Elizabeth von_[Christopher and Columbus]_1500_39_0.3 | Arnim, Elizabeth von_[The Secret Way]_1500_21_0.8 |
but an hour before had come on his way rejoicing—his spirit lifted up as it were on eagles' wings, "from this dim spot which men call earth," to heaven, now was as a crushed worm—a broken reed,—stricken to the ground in hopeless, powerless despair! "Why hast thou smitten me, and there is no healing for me? I looked for... | He seemed suddenly to have lost his anxiety as to securing the will, and discovering the remaining forged notes. He was moody, gloomy, apathetic. One day chance took him to that part of the house where his mother's boudoir was situated. Pausing as he passed the door, he pushed it open, and entered. The window was open—... | 1 | Young women -- Fiction | Gray, Mrs. (Elizabeth Caroline) | Gray, Mrs. (Elizabeth Caroline) | 40406 | 40407 | Gray, Mrs. (Elizabeth Caroline)_[Mary Seaham: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3]_1500_23 | Gray, Mrs. (Elizabeth Caroline)_[Mary Seaham: A Novel. Volume 3 of 3]_1500_25 |
At last, when they had worked through to the Yukon spurs, one morning on a talus high above Buck spied the flapping forms of a flock of ravens. They fluttered ceaselessly among the rocks, rising noisily, only to settle again. These glinting, ominous vultures of the North are often large and ferocious. The men gazed at ... | I wanted to search for Nancy, to be assured of her safety, and to fight for her if needs be. I yearned to tackle the many challenges that confronted me, not by quietly brooding alone, but by taking bold, decisive action in the world beyond. Unlike some men, my mind sharpens most when I am engaged in work. I can't formu... | 0.2 | Adventure stories | Beach, Rex | Hocking, Joseph | 32101 | 54239 | Beach, Rex_[The Crimson Gardenia and Other Tales of Adventure]_1500_43_0.5 | Hocking, Joseph_[Mistress Nancy Molesworth: A Tale of Adventure]_1500_46_0.7 |
"You don't find everything in books. " "Why, I believe they would have risen on us if I hadn't ordered the hands out of that pretty quick," continued Jukes with warmth. After the whisper of their shouts, their ordinary tones, so distinct, rang out very loud to their ears in the amazing stillness of the air. It seemed t... | The mysterious East faced me, perfumed like a flower, silent like death, dark like a grave. " I sat, weary beyond description, exulting like a conqueror, sleepless and entranced as though before a profound, fateful enigma. The splash of the oars, their rhythmic plunge echoing across the water and amplified by the shore... | 0.7 | Adventure stories | Conrad, Joseph | Conrad, Joseph | 1142 | 525 | Conrad, Joseph_[Egy magyar nábob (2. rész)]_1500_17 | Conrad, Joseph_[Youth, a Narrative]_1500_9_0.9 |
So affairs progressed up to the end of October. —— On All Saints' Day, Dorchester Abbey held a distinguished service in which William of Fescamp’s chant was introduced, and it did not trigger the dire repercussions that later beset Glastonbury. It was a day Wulfnoth of Compton, our reclaimed outlaw, would never forget:... | His fierce threats only made me more determined to put him through, for the more he swore the angrier he became, telling plainly that the matter was not so greatly to his taste. No matter your rank—gunner or petty officer—a clear start aboard ship was essential. The weaker crew were assigned to cook for the galley, and... | 0.2 | Historical fiction | Crake, A. D. (Augustine David) | Garnett, Mayn Clew | 54583 | 56017 | Crake, A. D. (Augustine David)_[Brian Fitz-Count: A Story of Wallingford Castle and Dorchester Abbey]_1500_16_0.5 | Garnett, Mayn Clew_[The Black Barque A Tales of the Pirate Slave-Ship Gentle Hand on Her Last African Cruise]_1500_8_0.5 |
"If it's robbers, or even tramps, we better keep away. Come ahead back to our tent—we'll find out to-morrow. " " Do you think I'm a quitter?" Pee-wee said. " Do you think I can't sneak up there without making any sound? Didn't I stalk a rabbit and he never knew it till another rabbit told him? You wait here and hold my... | The light on the Clock Tower, that cheerful beacon which assures Britons that good and picked men are kept from their beds to raise the standard of their liberties, and, incidentally, their taxes, had just gone out, sharply, as though glad to announce to yet-stirring London a respite from the babble of lawmaking; and t... | 0.1 | Adventure stories | Fitzhugh, P. K. (Percy Keese) | Magnay, Sir William | 75164 | 67703 | Fitzhugh, P. K. (Percy Keese)_[Roy Blakeley's roundabout hike]_1500_12_0.1 | Magnay, Sir William_[The Master Spirit]_1500_1_0.6 |
I For years I had been preoccupied with thoughts of love—and by love I mean a noble and sensuous passion, absorbing the energies of the soul, fulfilling destiny, and reducing all that has gone before it to the level of a mere prelude. And that afternoon in autumn, the eve of my twenty-first birthday, I was more deeply ... | I know you do, because you understand everything. If I’m mistaken, please let me know where. You can’t really imagine how humble I am! Whenever you cross my mind, I find myself becoming the most modest girl you could possibly picture. Forgive me if there's anything to forgive. There’s no need to state that I’ve endured... | 0.7 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Bennett, Arnold | Bennett, Arnold | 11360 | 10658 | Bennett, Arnold_[Le confessioni di fra Gualberto : $b storia del secolo XIV]_1500_1_0.2 | Bennett, Arnold_[Hilda Lessways]_1500_72_0.8 |
Her faith in his sincerity was so complete that she was incapable of suspecting that he was playing with her; her trouble just now was of another kind. The poor girl had an admirable sense of honour; and from the moment she had brought herself to the point of violating her father's wish, it seemed to her that she had n... | Mason refilled his pipe and then resumed: "Again, I can't seem to retain a vital interest in any given case—that is to say, an exclusive interest. " " Sanborn declared it a vestige of polygamy. I imagine that each of us experiences moments when a familiar instinct stirs within us. Today I meet a woman who seems to poss... | 0.3 | Young women -- Fiction | James, Henry | Garland, Hamlin | 2870 | 35805 | James, Henry_[Meleager : $b A fantasy]_1500_27_0.1 | Garland, Hamlin_[Rose of Dutcher's Coolly]_1500_38_0.9 |
She and Noura had been born in the quarter of the freed Negroes, in the village across the river, and knew nothing of any world beyond; yet all the wiliness and wisdom of female things, since Eve—woman, cat and snake—glittered under their slanting eyelids. Victoria had not been out of her sister's rooms and garden, exc... | She's only a foolish old lady, but she does fuss so about this man! If you don't rescue me, he may be my fate. I feel it. Dear Max, I wait for you. I want you. BILLIE. "P.S. _Please wire when you know_. " As he read the letter through for the second time, he could hear through the open window of his room a woman's voic... | 1 | Adventure stories | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel) | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel) | 19108 | 20815 | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel)_[The Golden Silence]_1500_96 | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel)_[The Case of the Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study]_1500_9 |
" Visconti leaned forward in his chair in his excitement. "Thousands?" "The men from Magenta are come in, laden with plunder. " Visconti laughed. "I said I would give them Lombardy to sack—and there are thousands of prisoners?" The scene was the summer palace, that same night. Visconti sat at the head of a table in a r... | Cornelius Triglandt had died in his arms at dawn that day, and already time was closing over the event—but not over the pain. Van Mander addressed himself to the two gentlemen in the window embrasure. "I swear to you these overtures were made to me in Zeyst. Will you take no heed of them?" M. de Zuylestein frowned. "Wh... | 1 | Historical fiction | Bowen, Marjorie | Bowen, Marjorie | 48963 | 53549 | Bowen, Marjorie_[The Viper of Milan: A Romance of Lombardy]_1500_63 | Bowen, Marjorie_[I Will Maintain]_1500_89 |
The room in which he sat down to supper, unlike the ordinary Roman inns at that day, was trim and sweet. The firelight danced cheerfully upon the polished, three-wicked lucernae burning cleanly with the best oil, upon the white-washed walls, and the bunches of scarlet carnations set in glass goblets. The white wine ser... | he seems to ask, "what hast thou done to me that I should so despise thee?"—And might not this be indeed the true meaning of kingship, if the world would have one man to reign over it? Such an extraordinary, indeed unattainable pinnacle of impartiality would define a king who is meant to serve all—situated at the oppos... | 0.9 | Historical fiction | Pater, Walter | Pater, Walter | 4057 | 4058 | Pater, Walter_[Adventures of Sonny Bear]_1500_27_0.4 | Pater, Walter_[The Bondman: A New Saga]_1500_6_0.5 |
" I had the effrontery to sing this verse of an old soldiers' song while Lady Lathkill was finishing her celery and nut salad. I sang it neatly, in a crisp, well‑balanced voice, my smile spreading across my face. While retrieving Lady Lathkill’s plate, the servant furtively glanced my way. Look! thought I. _ You chicke... | "Won't you come on?" she said. He set the chair in motion. He had voiced his thoughts. He suddenly slipped into an odd, vacant indifference that left Connie feeling quite uneasy. In the woods, after all, she resolved to refrain from arguing. In front of them opened the cleft of the riding, flanked by hazel walls and br... | 0.7 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Davison, Lawrence H. (Lawrence Herbert) | Davison, Lawrence H. (Lawrence Herbert) | 68088 | 73144 | Davison, Lawrence H. (Lawrence Herbert)_[Glad ghosts]_1500_5_0.2 | Davison, Lawrence H. (Lawrence Herbert)_[Lady Chatterley's lover]_1500_50_0.8 |
I may be able to learn the business that has brought him here. " "But what about your daughter?" "I do not think our friend knows her, and our name is not on the hotel book. There is a Cuban lady I can leave her with. " "One would imagine that watching the fellow might be dangerous. There are half-breed rascals in the ... | There were many stars in the heavens, and by and by, as he blinked at the soft darkness with aching eyes, he saw one that seemed unusually low down and moved a little. Then, shaking himself to attention, he made out a dim glimmer of green, and became sensible of a faint throbbing that crept softly out of the silence. H... | 1 | Adventure stories | Bindloss, Harold | Bindloss, Harold | 37582 | 38670 | Bindloss, Harold_[The Telegraph Messenger Boy; Or, The Straight Road to Success]_1500_22 | Bindloss, Harold_[Five Plays]_1500_40 |
" But Miles found that the Lady Audrey and her family were a disagreeable topic to his father just now, for he fumed, and fretted, and swore a good many oaths before he grew calm again, and then it was to say, "I have promised to pay a hundred pounds to the holy Fathers at the monastery to say Masses for him. What more... | But then, under the supposition of their disapproval, no roses would ever seem worth plucking again. Their authority resembled that of classical taste—a subtle yet unmistakable influence that shapes scholars’ loyalty, or, in a beautiful and venerable ritual, the seemingly spontaneous and almost mechanical observances t... | 0.4 | Historical fiction | Boultwood, Emma | Pater, Walter | 71012 | 4058 | Boultwood, Emma_[Shawn of Skarrow]_1500_6_0.7 | Pater, Walter_[The Bondman: A New Saga]_1500_5_0.9 |
"Yes, papa; it's all over," she replied softly, and bent down and kissed him. When later she called Copeland on the telephone it was to laugh at their misadventure—it seemed safer to make light of it. "Please forget all about it, Billy. It wasn't my fault or yours either; it was all wrong any way. No—" He was talking f... | "If they had had time to learn their new machine a little better, I would never have lived to reach them in time." He glanced down at Ciaran, standing uncertainly below. "Thanks to you, little man, they didn't have quite time enough. " He gestured to a staff. "Bring it, and I'll free your Mouse. " VII A long time after... | 0 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Nicholson, Meredith | Brackett, Leigh | 66354 | 62996 | Nicholson, Meredith_[Friends and Neighbors; Or, Two Ways of Living in the World]_1500_38 | Brackett, Leigh_[The Jewel of Bas]_1500_13 |
"And he was right!" declared Mr. Bill impulsively. Gee! what big blue eyes the girl had! He had never seen such eyes in the face of any girl, and he had seen many, many girls. He had never really looked at Tessie until now. She had been only one of the hundreds of black-gowned figures which filed into the Evergreen eve... | She came straight to him and put both hands in his, saying in her friendly, low voice: "Mr. Kendrick, I'm sorry—sorry! " He looked long and hungrily into her face, holding her hands with such a fierce grasp that he hurt her cruelly, though she made no sign. He did not even thank her—only held her until every detail of ... | 0 | Young women -- Fiction | Sterrett, Frances R. (Frances Roberta) | Richmond, Grace S. (Grace Smith) | 39933 | 14491 | Sterrett, Frances R. (Frances Roberta)_[The Amazing Inheritance]_1500_3 | Richmond, Grace S. (Grace Smith)_[The Twenty-Fourth of June: Midsummer's Day]_1500_48 |
In another few moments he would be kissing those lips; in another few moments he would be feeling the warmth of that hand that lay idly over the railing. He wondered if he were really wise. Was he swept up by the first rush of triumph that his success had produced? There was time to draw back yet. " Well," she said, "w... | "You are far more interested in my career than in giving house parties at Ordham, are you not?" To his infinite delight Mabel leaned forward and gave him an impulsive little kiss, exclaiming with her grown-up air: "Indeed I am. We will go to Rome at once, if you wish. That was just an old dream of mine. I have cherishe... | 0.1 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Thurston, E. Temple (Ernest Temple) | Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn | 16925 | 56340 | Thurston, E. Temple (Ernest Temple)_[Sally Bishop : $b A romance]_1500_13_0.2 | Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn_[Tower of Ivory: A Novel]_1500_67_0.2 |
Lord Glandore's regiment was detached to sweep the riff-raff to the Liberties at once, then to coax back in less violent fashion the gownsmen to Alma Mater. As the riders of the fine hunters charged forward, they sent the factions swirling like dead leaves; afterward, the armed patriots quietly sprinted toward College ... | At the outset she had made a mistake by showing her thoughts upon her features, an error that might be yet retrieved. To smooth the disappointed furrows from his wrinkled brow, she took the lance from him, and straightway went through the exercise. For a moment he was pleased to watch her graceful movements as she gath... | 0.8 | Historical fiction | Wingfield, Lewis | Wingfield, Lewis | 38861 | 38853 | Wingfield, Lewis_[My Lords of Strogue, Vol. 1 (of 3) A Chronicle of Ireland, from the Convention to the Union]_1500_10_0.5 | Wingfield, Lewis_[The Curse of Koshiu: A Chronicle of Old Japan]_1500_9_0.5 |
And his new, black uniform was slick, becoming the role he must play. There was a badge on the coat lapel. U.S. in black blocked letters, against a red background. In the star’s center—a bright, gold halo—his black initials, L.K., were etched, a badge he conceived himself and the jeweler skillfully executed. It was alm... | So—there was only one person and I thought you'd mistrust him.... Why don't you answer? Or did you also leave 487? I'm handing the mic over to someone else now. I spotted him aboard the Enterprise, freshly arrived from Earth—Mr. Arthur Haynes—and I gasped, listening intently as Irene spoke. I didn’t know which surprise... | 0.6 | Adventure stories | Gallun, Raymond Z. (Raymond Zinke) | Gallun, Raymond Z. (Raymond Zinke) | 75441 | 62186 | Gallun, Raymond Z. (Raymond Zinke)_[Terror out of the past]_1500_10_0.3 | Gallun, Raymond Z. (Raymond Zinke)_[Space Oasis]_1500_6_0.9 |
Whoever has been accustomed to analyze his own feelings, will at once foresee that Cecil, after coming to the determination that he had acted with consummate folly in making the assignation, now began to get uneasy at the idea of her not keeping it. Obstacles irritate desires. Rich as you are in rapture, potent as you ... | She told her that she was laughing at her, and she was fixed in her belief when the girl laughed at that notion. She easily understood her own poverty; many Italian signorine were poor, and she shouldered her duty—though it was not shared equally with her padrone. The date Clementina set to receive Hinkle’s cable had l... | 0.4 | Young women -- Fiction | Lawrence, Slingsby | Howells, W. D. (William Dean) | 72680 | 4270 | Lawrence, Slingsby_[Rose, Blanche, and Violet, Volume 1 (of 3)]_1500_32_0.8 | Howells, W. D. (William Dean)_[Dulce Dueño]_1500_53_0.8 |
" I removed the unclean church vessels and brought from the cellar a large stone jug of _spiritus vini_. The simple juice of the grape was not strong enough for the drunken demons; they wanted the more fiery brandy. An idea came into my head as I was going to the cellar. The _spiritus vini_ was made in Russia; the mout... | Henceforth,' he said, 'I am about to live the life of a hunted wolf, my sole solace to slay Normans: sooner or later I shall perish by their hands, for Satan is on their side, and helps them, and God and His Saints are asleep; but take care of my child; let him not learn the sad story of his birth till he be of age; no... | 0 | Historical fiction | Jokai, Maurus | Crake, A. D. (Augustine David) | 34770 | 54583 | Jokai, Maurus_[Told by the death's head : $b a romantic tale]_1500_29 | Crake, A. D. (Augustine David)_[Brian Fitz-Count: A Story of Wallingford Castle and Dorchester Abbey]_1500_38 |
With this latter (having put the coat on him) she proceeds to belabor the professor with great spirit, and presently sends him forth shining—if not internally, at all events externally. In truth the professor's mood is not a happy one. Sitting in the hansom that is taking him all too swiftly to his destination, he dwel... | " "Miss Chesney doesn't agree with you," says Guy, casting a quick glance at Lilian: "she would go any distance to a ball, and dance from night till morning, and never know depression next day. " "Is that true, Miss Chesney?" "Sir Guy says it is," replies Lilian, demurely. "When I was young," says Lady Chetwoode, "I fe... | 1 | Young women -- Fiction | Duchess | Duchess | 19175 | 35228 | Duchess_[A Little Rebel: A Novel]_1500_3 | Duchess_[Airy Fairy Lilian]_1500_13 |
I ain't tired a bit. There's somebody coming to the door again! Do run and open it, will you? My hands are wet. I wonder why folks can't come in without giving so much trouble. " It was Thomas again, with a package for Ellen which had just come, he said, and Miss Alice thought she would like to have it directly. Ellen ... | But Cynthia, instead of replying to this question, went on, uttering her own thoughts,—"More unlikely things have happened. Have you never heard of strong wills mesmerizing weaker ones into submission? One of the girls at Madame Lefevre's went out as a governess to a Russian family, who lived near Moscow. I sometimes t... | 0 | Young women -- Fiction | Warner, Susan | Gaskell, E. C. (Elizabeth Cleghorn) | 28376 | 4274 | Warner, Susan_[The Wide, Wide World]_1500_113 | Gaskell, E. C. (Elizabeth Cleghorn)_[Wives and Daughters]_1500_118 |
"She came on foot to ask about you and to defend you against—against me. And she went back afoot. She vanished that morning before we even got up. She seemed very ill, too, and unhappy. She coughed relentlessly, and one night I woke to hear her sobbing, though she remained sullen and fierce. Next morning she was gone. ... | She heard the shots that were sent after him, she heard him plunge into the river, and then she saw and heard no more. Section 8. The knight passes a telegram, summoning the Blight to a home the following day. Marston lay in bed, his shoulder bleeding from a jagged wound, and I carried her over to bid him farewell. I s... | 0.7 | Historical fiction | Fox, John | Fox, John | 2059 | 324 | Fox, John_[The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come]_1500_62_0.6 | Fox, John_[A Knight of the Cumberland]_1500_15_0.8 |
She couldn't talk about it, not even to Eva, although Eva had known all about it, and Mrs. Roseleigh with her acute intuition guessed that, and guessed what Kathleen was thinking about, and said nothing that fringed the topic; but what disconcerted Kathleen and gave her a slight quiver of alarm was that she thought she... | Elijah took all after his parents, and I did not get a penny.' ' The publican remarked, “You know we are at war with foreigners.” I observe that everything in this world moves in opposite directions. When peace prevails abroad, conflict flares up at home, and the reverse is true. Yesterday a warship swung into the bay.... | 0.3 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Baring, Maurice | Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine) | 42703 | 54404 | Baring, Maurice_[Overlooked]_1500_15_0.6 | Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)_[Mehalah: A Story of the Salt Marshes]_1500_22_0.7 |
There's a deal of things can be done, if one but tried; and you and me needn't have our hearts broke because we must wait for daylight to get that bit of paper. Oh, Will, let's go together and find the parson. Dear Will, darling, let’s set off right away—let’s ask him, and if he says no, we’ll accept it. Let's go, Will... | "Fur you, missy," said he, with a funny little accent, for all the world like Sally Woodburn's. " They aren't meant for me. I said, “There must be a mistake,” wishing it weren’t, because the peaches looked delicious and two rosebuds—one pink, the other white—lay atop the basket. I can think of no one who might have sen... | 0.4 | Young women -- Fiction | Mead, L. T. | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel) | 6142 | 23441 | Mead, L. T._[A Girl of the People]_1500_23_0.4 | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel)_[Lady Betty Across the Water]_1500_14_0.9 |
Through the long, enervating summer, the contest lasted; but when at last the cool airs of October came stealing in at the bedside like long-banished little children, Kristian Koppig rose upon his elbow and smiled them a welcome. The physician—a blessed man—was kind beyond measure, yet he spoke some inexplicable words ... | Agricola, it appeared, had commissioned him to buy the most beautiful lady's maid that in his extended journeyings he might be able to find; he wanted to make her a gift to his niece, Honoré's sister. The Kentuckian observed that Aurore’s playmate had finally met the demand. M. De Grapion would not sell her. ( Trade wi... | 0.8 | Historical fiction | Cable, G. W. (George Washington) | Cable, G. W. (George Washington) | 10234 | 12280 | Cable, G. W. (George Washington)_[Old Creole Days: A Story of Creole Life]_1500_38_0.5 | Cable, G. W. (George Washington)_[The Strangest Things in the World: A Book About Extraordinary Manifestations of Nature]_1500_14_0.7 |
Rachel was a sweet child, and she was fond of her, and proud of her beauty; nevertheless, she had declared to herself and to Beatrice more than once, that she had never known a human creature so hopelessly dense and stupid. To-night, however, she took another view of the case. That rural freshness had possibly found fa... | "I don't think there has been such a fine Cup Day for years. " " Lovely," he assented. " Have you often been here before?" " I?—oh, no. I have never been here before. " He was silent a moment, while he looked intently at what he could see of her. She had no air of rustic inexperience of the world to-day. " You are begi... | 0.9 | Young women -- Fiction | Cambridge, Ada | Cambridge, Ada | 38083 | 50476 | Cambridge, Ada_[Colville of the Guards, Volume 2 (of 3)]_1500_4_0.1 | Cambridge, Ada_[The Young Enchanted: A Romantic Story]_1500_35_0.1 |
Maurice and Scharfenstein worked away at the traces, and dragged the dead horse to the side of the road. Scharfenstein brought around von Mitter's horse, took oft the furnishings, and backed him into the pole. Meanwhile the man lying by the water's edge showed signs of returning life. He turned his head cautiously. His... | He could take an automobile engine apart and reassemble it with skill, but any chauffeur could do that. " "Weren’t we better headed for the parlour?" He heard Jane's question as they began to drift away. We'll be alone there. If you have no audience, I suppose, it’ll be easier to resist temptation. Audiences are nuisan... | 0.8 | Adventure stories | MacGrath, Harold | MacGrath, Harold | 3239 | 27339 | MacGrath, Harold_[The Puppet Crown]_1500_51_0.2 | MacGrath, Harold_[Land and Sea Tales for Boys and Girls]_1500_7_0.7 |
The walls, weakened by the floods and the tearing away of the roof, cracked inward as he struck the water. He was clearly no swimmer, yet he floated level on his back with remarkable composure. A dozen people gathered at the adjoining windows, ready to help him, but the flood carried him straight toward a small balcony... | "We can't do much with the bees for an hour or two," observed the Beeman, sitting down in the corner with his pipe. " Oliver, could you describe what you witnessed along the river? I spotted your sail and knew you had gone. Oliver delivered his report from the fast‑eroding banks as the Beeman listened and nodded gravel... | 0.4 | Adventure stories | Seawell, M. Elliot (Molly Elliot) | Aldon, Adair | 68630 | 26537 | Seawell, M. Elliot (Molly Elliot)_[The lively adventures of Gavin Hamilton]_1500_27_0.7 | Aldon, Adair_[The Windy Hill]_1500_21_0.9 |
"Ike," sez he, after uh long spell uh silence, "did yuh ever think what uh lot uh life we miss livin' thisaway?" I'm too busy eatin', so he continues! " Sort a shut off from th' society uh wimmen, and all that. Th' more I think about it th' more it appals me. No place to go, nothin' to do. Dog-gone it, Ike, we're jist ... | " "We—huh—have!" Art snapped at Sig, then asked him, “What do you mean by stamping my outfit that way, eh?” I’m hustling along, shooting like a crazed half‑breed! "Art," says Sig, "I do beg your pardon if I have done anything wrong, but I almost swear I heard someone shout, 'Hands up!'" When you pull out of the ford, I... | 0.6 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Tuttle, W. C. (Wilbur C.) | Tuttle, W. C. (Wilbur C.) | 76171 | 68832 | Tuttle, W. C. (Wilbur C.)_[Derelicts of the hills]_1500_2_0.2 | Tuttle, W. C. (Wilbur C.)_[In self-defense]_1500_4_0.9 |
"Who is behind this Vigilante movement?" "We think it is Glenister and his New Mexican bandit partner. At least they got the crowd together." She was silent for a time. "I suppose they really think they own those mines. " "Undoubtedly." "But they don't, do they?" Somehow this question had recurred to her insistently of... | It was baffling work, however, for in the darkness his blows fell short or overreached. Glenister, on the other hand, stood carelessly, beating the men off as they came to him. He laughed gloatingly, deep in his throat, as though the encounter were merely some rough sport. The girl shuddered, for the desperate silence ... | 1 | Historical fiction | Beach, Rex | Beach, Rex | 5076 | 51840 | Beach, Rex_[The Spoilers]_1500_34 | Beach, Rex_[The Spoilers]_1500_2 |
She could not help it that books are books and superior, while baked beans are only baked beans, necessary, but not to be talked about. If Dickie had shown a touch more consideration than her role strictly demanded, and if Katie had been slightly short of something she would otherwise have been entitled to, then it was... | And with these few remarks (if we are lucky), Mr. Brimby will say no more, but will call upon their friend Mr. Walter Wyron to state his view of their friend's case. Walter will rise, his hands tucked into the pockets of his knickers, and it won’t be his fault if he can’t pull off an epigram or two of the “Love Is Law”... | 0.7 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Oliver, George | Oliver, George | 37584 | 45682 | Oliver, George_[Excellent Women]_1500_23_0.6 | Oliver, George_[Gray youth: The story of a very modern courtship and a very modern marriage]_1500_109_0.7 |
[Boswell, despite his ardour, threw a glance down a certain corridor in his memory and thought with kindling eyes: "Oh! with what divine sweetness did she use to utter those two little words!" Then he fixed his eyes greedily on the page once more.] I have but this moment received your letter, which seems to have been d... | "I can't imagine Eustace shut up in an old manor house in winter. New York has claimed him entirely—body, mind, and heart. Nothing will prevent him from entering New York. He may stay here as long as he remains an invalid, but once he leaves he will understand that this will be his last sight of the manor. After a brie... | 0.7 | Young women -- Fiction | Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn | Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn | 51059 | 65310 | Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn_[Mrs. Pendleton's Four-in-hand]_1500_2_0.1 | Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn_[The Crystal Cup]_1500_53_0.9 |
I can only decide to take it with me, when I see her to-morrow, and to let circumstances determine whether I shall risk letting her see it or not. Our postal dispatch to the South will depart from here in three days' time. I will keep my letter open and inform you of the result. Having seen her, I have just returned ho... | He was to start on the first stage of his journey the next morning; and, at his own earnest desire, Regina was to go with him. " I detest strangers and foreigners, and I dislike being alone. If you don’t go with me, I’ll stay where I am—and die. Mr. Farnaby spoke to his adopted daughter in a rasping voice, his face set... | 0.7 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Collins, Wilkie | Collins, Wilkie | 1624 | 7894 | Collins, Wilkie_[The Two Destinies]_1500_47_0.6 | Collins, Wilkie_[The Fallen Leaves]_1500_55_0.8 |
He is also a king and a kinsman, and it erks him to see rebels beard you, as has happened of late.' ' Ay, but the chief of them?' Henry exclaimed, giving way to sudden excitement and stamping furiously on the floor. ' He will trouble me no more. Has my brother heard of THAT? Tell me, sir, has that news reached him?' ' ... | He frowned, and moved restlessly in his chair as he wrote, his whole mind-force concentrating itself upon the wording of that letter. After finishing and sealing the letter, he settled in his chair and lingered in thought for a moment. Someone was moving through the house. Gaston, flanked by the other two servants, was... | 0.3 | Historical fiction | Weyman, Stanley J. (Stanley John) | Deeping, George Warwick | 1939 | 65850 | Weyman, Stanley J. (Stanley John)_[A Gentleman of France: Being the Memoirs of Gaston de Bonne Sieur de Marsac]_1500_41_0.3 | Deeping, George Warwick_[Pátria]_1500_35_0.8 |
"Yes, that you are going to glue together, or, better still, sew together. That will be your work. " " I want to do something besides play. " " That will by no means be play, but a very important work, perhaps the most important of all. Do not imagine that one kite will amount to anything; you must make fifty or more. ... | Should the reader be dissatisfied with the manner in which Peter Williams is made to find relief, the author would wish to answer, that the Almighty frequently accomplishes his purposes by means which appear very singular to the eyes of men, and at the same time to observe that the manner in which that relief is obtain... | 0.4 | Adventure stories | Sienkiewicz, Henryk | Borrow, George | 60177 | 422 | Sienkiewicz, Henryk_[Through the Desert]_1500_64_0.4 | Borrow, George_[Weale's Series of Scientific and Technical Works]_1500_90_0.9 |
" "If it had been that terrible Oglander woman, now, she would have paid the doctor to call in the Coroner, and sent out invitations for the inquest, with reserved seats and champagne for the Press." Lady Rotherfield never missed an opportunity, even when she was in a hurry, of girding at her especial abomination among... | "By Jerry," threatened the farmer, "yew stop! Don't yew try no shenanigin with me, or I'll comb out your pigtail with this here rake. What yew—— Gosh-all-hemlocks! " It was absolutely necessary for Sam Wing to do something if he did not want to be trapped between the farmer in front and Matt, who was hurrying up behind... | 0 | Adventure stories | Magnay, Sir William | Matthews, Stanley R. | 67703 | 53533 | Magnay, Sir William_[The Master Spirit]_1500_6 | Matthews, Stanley R._[Motor Matt's Double Trouble; or, The Last of the Hoodoo]_1500_12 |
It was at once apparent that she was an American, almost too good-looking, too young, to be travelling alone like that, with a smiling self-possession, as if she were at home: a very white complexion, very fine dark eyes, teeth like a dentist's advertisement, her full breast moulded in mauve cloth plentifully decorated... | I can't bear to see you lowering yourself with him. Let me speak. Lowering, I say. He does not deserve the privilege of tying your shoelaces. You play with him, jest with him, flirt—let me speak; you flirt with him. What could he possibly mean to you—a self‑satisfied coxcomb? What part does he occupy in your life? Let ... | 0.7 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Couperus, Louis | Couperus, Louis | 43827 | 43005 | Couperus, Louis_[The Law Inevitable]_1500_4_0.2 | Couperus, Louis_[The Inevitable]_1500_24_0.8 |
The effect was as when the light, vapory clouds, with their soft coloring, suddenly vanish from the stony brow of a precipitous mountain, and leave there the frown which you at once feel to be eternal. Hepzibah nearly fell into a feverish conviction that it was her austere Puritan ancestor, not the modern Judge, who ha... | They reached New York, where they attracted great attention, crowds thronging the streets to watch their progress; then they crossed the Hudson and began pushing their way across the level Jerseys. After a half‑day’s ride along sandy roads, they reached a fine, old, tree‑shaded house surrounded by broad, spring‑green f... | 0.2 | Historical fiction | Hawthorne, Nathaniel | McIntyre, John T. (John Thomas) | 77 | 41512 | Hawthorne, Nathaniel_[The House of the Seven Gables]_1500_52_0.3 | McIntyre, John T. (John Thomas)_[The Young Continentals at Bunker Hill]_1500_32_0.7 |
Bill thought it well to quit the churchyard at once for some place where he was not likely to be seen; he had never played truant before, and for the next hour or two was thoroughly miserable as he slunk about the premises of a neighboring farm, and finally took refuge in a shed, and began to consider his position. He ... | She was miserable to-night, and she felt that the whole world was against her. The night, for the time of year was November, was quite in accordance with her feelings. It was damp, a drizzling mist was blown into her face, and the pavements were slippery with that peculiar Liverpool mud which exceeds even London mud in... | 1 | Young women -- Fiction | Mead, L. T. | Mead, L. T. | 28589 | 6142 | Mead, L. T._[Frances Kane's Fortune]_1500_35 | Mead, L. T._[A Girl of the People]_1500_6 |
To this Rose objected, that as they had been willing to accept of her company, it was evident there could have been nothing in it beyond a mere ramble. It was clear that Mrs. Meredith Vyner—who strongly insisted that the couple had not eloped, perhaps merely staged a joke—was the one who urged her husband not to pursue... | She expressed no further interest in his doings, but asked him if he were putting up at the farm. " Yes—I have just come up to report to you. I must not dine here to-night. I wish to see Grougan, and have arranged an appointment with him at six. That's your lawyer from Orleans? If he had been my lawyer instead of Bouve... | 0.1 | Young women -- Fiction | Lawrence, Slingsby | Feuvre, Amy Le | 72681 | 75428 | Lawrence, Slingsby_[A history of Canada, 1763-1812]_1500_2_0.2 | Feuvre, Amy Le_[Adrienne]_1500_33_0.6 |
I want some way to earn my living! " " Better get a living without work," said Mr. Black coolly. " I don't like work, and I don't believe you do. You want to study law, my son, yet your talents are modest and you will never sit upon the woolsack. If I earn two hundred pounds a year, I will ask for nothing more," Rufus ... | She rolled up her sleeve to show us a bracelet, printed in ink on her arm, with the initials, "L.N." Those of her cousin, she said; he was a sailor, and some time, she supposed, they would marry. " How could you agree to have your arm so marred? I asked. Her eyes flickered as she replied that she had never seen the mar... | 0.4 | Young women -- Fiction | Lewis, Harriet | Barstow, Elizabeth Drew | 68274 | 12347 | Lewis, Harriet_[Neva's three lovers: a novel]_1500_18_0.3 | Barstow, Elizabeth Drew_[The Diwan of Abu'l-Ala]_1500_27_0.9 |
I was now liking nothing better in the world than his company, and gladly accepted, and the three of us walked to the hotel and took a seat at a table in a window, where we had a view of the shipping; and here we drank tea and ate some small, sweet white-fish and passed a happy hour. Captain Butler must have seemed har... | Tom cursed them, and I thought would have spat at them,' continued Will. He grabbed a strong man's arm, pointed to the boats, and asked the man if he could count. He staggered back one step as if Butler had gone mad, raising his arm to shield his face. Count!" roared Tom. " One, two, three—sufficient for about thirty m... | 0.8 | Young women -- Fiction | Russell, W. Clark (William Clark) | Russell, W. Clark (William Clark) | 63964 | 64321 | Russell, W. Clark (William Clark)_[The Convict Ship, Volume 1 (of 3)]_1500_9_0.4 | Russell, W. Clark (William Clark)_[Double Harness]_1500_11_0.7 |
A distant step on the ground made his pulses quicken. ' At last, dearest, dearest Ida!' he muttered aloud. No, that footfall could not have been Ida’s—she would have hurried in light, brisk steps to keep her appointment. It was a slow, heavy step—the kind a man takes; Major Desmond sauntered along in full evening costu... | Once only did she rouse herself thoroughly and feel startled when the portly Baron Rhineberg, taking his vast pipe out from his bushy moustaches, asked her abruptly if she 'ever visited the church of Burtscheid.' ' She replied, “Sometimes,” her cheeks flushing briefly before she turned pale again, “but why do you ask, ... | 0.6 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Grant, James | Grant, James | 68790 | 68789 | Grant, James_[A haunted life]_1500_27_0.7 | Grant, James_[The dead tryst]_1500_16_0.8 |
Besides, all I wanted to say was,—Do you think that Molly, after seeing and knowing that I had loved a person so inferior to herself, could ever be brought to listen to me?" " I don't know. I can't tell. And even if I could, I would refuse. If it can provide you even a hint of comfort, I’ll share what my experience has... | " They were passing out of the Exhibition building—passing that noble group of listening hounds and huntsman that stood between the front entrance and the gate—and Elizabeth was wondering how she should find Mr. Brion at once and make sure of that evening interview, when she caught sight of the old lawyer himself comin... | 0.4 | Young women -- Fiction | Gaskell, E. C. (Elizabeth Cleghorn) | Cambridge, Ada | 4274 | 50476 | Gaskell, E. C. (Elizabeth Cleghorn)_[Wives and Daughters]_1500_186_0.8 | Cambridge, Ada_[The Young Enchanted: A Romantic Story]_1500_71_0.8 |
"No; no, thank you, Zee. I have had my little constitutional. Don't go too far,—there may be malaria abroad. " Leighton looked furtively at Zelda. She had greeted her father kindly, happily; but there was something repellent in Ezra Dameron. Leighton never felt it more than to-night. That such a girl should have a fath... | The man, who was nearer the remote observers, had stopped and bent towards the woman as though to snatch her rein, when her horse threw up its head and fell back on its haunches. Then the woman struck the man a blow with her riding-crop, and galloped swiftly away along the white, ribbon-like road. In the perfect night-... | 1 | Young women -- Fiction | Nicholson, Meredith | Nicholson, Meredith | 65630 | 68275 | Nicholson, Meredith_[Zelda Dameron]_1500_50 | Nicholson, Meredith_[The war of the Carolinas]_1500_35 |
"If you were married to me, I should change your mode of life—drastically," he answered. " What do you find so very unsatisfactory in it?" Her tone alone was a warning, but if she urged him to lay out his case, Jack could not refuse. He opened the discussion with a familiar remark: “You’re too big for your company.” Ta... | He would—as ever—accept no assistance. I guided him into his room, watched him feel his way around the walls and furniture, then left. He returned for a moment to finish the tour and locate the bathroom, and we bade each other goodnight again. A few moments later, I walked in to tell him I had ordered that he should no... | 0.6 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | McKenna, Stephen | McKenna, Stephen | 44982 | 46046 | McKenna, Stephen_[Storm Over Warlock]_1500_33_0.5 | McKenna, Stephen_[Sonia: Between Two Worlds]_1500_99_0.9 |
"Mathilde, what is the name of your young friend?" There was a little pause before Mathilde answered that she was sorry, but she didn't know. Mrs. Farron turned to her husband and made a small gesture to show that the girl’s ignorance did not validate his theory; yet she saw he did not concede it, still clinging to his... | "My heavens!" The discoverer gasped, and a voice near his elbow replied, “Quite so; if the heavens can be bought with earthly gifts.” The gifts belong to you, Mr. Tregarvon—first by inheritance, now by discovery. Tregarvon forced himself into a seated position, his teeth clenched in protest at his ankle, and his head l... | 0.3 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Duer, Alice | Lynde, Francis | 11325 | 66631 | Duer, Alice_[The happiest time of their lives]_1500_6_0.1 | Lynde, Francis_[After the Manner of Men]_1500_56_0.9 |
" "You perhaps do not yet know," said Dr Kenn, with a touch of more personal pity, "that a letter is come which ought to satisfy every one who has known anything of you, that you chose the steep and difficult path of a return to the right, at the moment when that return was most of all difficult. " " Oh, where is he?" ... | I should expect to be poisoned. " " "I believe it encourages crime when such men are taken care of and waited on by good wives," said Mrs. Tom Toller. "And Harriet, though a good wife, has been poor," said Mrs. Plymdale. She thinks her husband the first of men. Indeed, he has never withheld anything from her. "Well, we... | 0.7 | Young women -- Fiction | Cross, Marian Evans | Cross, Marian Evans | 6688 | 145 | Cross, Marian Evans_[The Mill on the Floss]_1500_137_0.6 | Cross, Marian Evans_[Middlemarch]_1500_194_0.7 |
Aren't you idealizing this forest service? Remember Fred's tales of how it's almost strangled by politics. And you know what that means. Let us not forget Martha Matthews! " It was a relief to be laughing together over a familiar thing. Martha Matthews was the daughter of a congressman from somewhere—Katie never could ... | " With a swift little movement the girl turned a glowing face to the man standing before her. Flushed with dancing, keyed high in the pleasure and triumphs of the evening, she turned the same radiant face to Stuart Williams as he claimed their dance that she would have turned to almost anyone claiming a dance. It was s... | 1 | Young women -- Fiction | Cook, Mrs. George Cram | Cook, Mrs. George Cram | 11217 | 32432 | Cook, Mrs. George Cram_[The Visioning: A Novel]_1500_75 | Cook, Mrs. George Cram_[Fidelity: A Novel]_1500_8 |
There are many reasons for that which would be very tiresome to tell you about, but the principal one is that Barbara Osborne, the daughter of the governor of South Carolina, is the snippiest and stuck-upest person I have ever known, and while your brother and I are in charge of this state I have every intention of ann... | "I—" but here I stopped him. " Moore, I interrupted, "We're mad to keep standing and chattering here." At any moment, someone could walk by and hear us. Wait until we’re safely beyond the door. He made no objection, and we hurried on as fast as the cramped space before us allowed, arriving at the door without further a... | 0.3 | Young women -- Fiction | Nicholson, Meredith | Graham, Ennis | 68275 | 43878 | Nicholson, Meredith_[The war of the Carolinas]_1500_32_0.5 | Graham, Ennis_[The Grim House]_1500_21_0.8 |
It was heard sometimes in the night and far off, as now, but no man of the present days had ever seen the dog. It ranged up and down throughout these regions, howling for its master, whom now it would never find. For Gluskâp had been struck down in a deep valley north of the St. Lawrence, and a mountain placed upon him... | Then, a mile nearer earth's level, stood the timber-line; first, straggling dwarf growths, bent and gnarled and twisted by the winds; behind these the massive bulwark of the primeval forest, stout cedars and cumbrous firs, the least of them fit for main-mast to a King's ship, a green frame for the many-colored miracle ... | 0.1 | Adventure stories | Roberts, Charles G. D., Sir | Smith, A. D. Howden (Arthur Douglas Howden) | 48986 | 70077 | Roberts, Charles G. D., Sir_[Around the Camp-fire]_1500_40_0.1 | Smith, A. D. Howden (Arthur Douglas Howden)_[Beyond the sunset]_1500_28_0.3 |
You know, brother?" "You mean that we are to listen and play spy, first, Ixtli?" asked Bruno, scarcely catching the real meaning of those hurried words. "Yes. Dat best. Come; step like snow falls, brother. " "Who is it, first?" "Victo, she one. Odder man, not know sure, but think Huatzin. He bad; all bad! Kill him, som... | Am I right?" "Go on," said Drexel. "Well, then—let me tell you that I am in close touch with the revolutionists. The revolution is bound to succeed. But what it needs just now is money—money for arms. To gain liberty for their country the revolutionists can afford to pay a hundred per cent.—yes, a thousand per cent. No... | 0 | Adventure stories | Badger, Jos. E. (Joseph Edward) | Scott, Leroy | 783 | 73803 | Badger, Jos. E. (Joseph Edward)_[The Lost City]_1500_29 | Scott, Leroy_[L'apparition : roman]_1500_13 |
Then they always kissed her hand and went away, and Cecilia would sigh and say, "Well, I suppose that means an awfully nice wedding present soon, to show that I'm not put out! " She sometimes wondered whether K. Stuyvesant Twombly was still alive, and if so, where. She would often refuse to think of him, deeming it too... | And I knew that Sam was right in saying that other things would go along with me. . . . And I needed them, yet above all, I needed my mother. I needed her because of Sam Deane—an unfathomable pull I can’t explain. I fumbled in my pocket, uncovering her letter and a tiny torn piece of newspaper that bore Sam's writing. ... | 0.7 | Young women -- Fiction | Haviland, Katharine Taylor | Haviland, Katharine Taylor | 60099 | 69474 | Haviland, Katharine Taylor_[Cecilia of the Pink Roses]_1500_13_0.5 | Haviland, Katharine Taylor_[The Hand-Made Gentleman: A Tale of the Battles of Peace]_1500_43_0.8 |
"We were surrounded on all sides, by the treachery of a few faithless brethren, we were enticed down into the plain, the spirit was silent within us and we thought ourselves secure. A part of my people had gone to encounter the hermit and I heard (a false report as I afterwards learned) that he had been entirely routed... | The peddler turned squarely upon him and looked him in the face. " “I didn’t realize I’d called you by name, sir,” he said sharply. "Without a name to refer to me by," the lieutenant said, "the task would prove quite difficult." If I were to give you one, you might act more civilly. He stooped and whispered a word or t... | 0.2 | Historical fiction | Tieck, Johann Ludwig | McIntyre, John T. (John Thomas) | 31739 | 66806 | Tieck, Johann Ludwig_[Les historiettes de Tallemant des Réaux, tome cinquième Mémoires pour servir à l'histoire du XVIIe siècle]_1500_2_0.1 | McIntyre, John T. (John Thomas)_[The Young Continentals at Trenton]_1500_13_0.8 |
I longed to ask her if she knew Kranitski, but I could not bring his name across my lips. I asked her if she knew Princess Kouragine. She said, "Which one?" When I tried to explain the Princess Kouragine I knew, I discovered there were about a dozen Princess Kouragines spread across Europe—some Russian, some not—so we ... | She was the oldest inhabitant and had discovered the place. Mrs Housman apologised. She has invited the General and Mrs. York to luncheon on Sunday. Thursday, August 26th. Cunninghame and the General took to the greens together. In the afternoon, I took a stroll with Lady Jarvis. She spoke at length about a wide array ... | 0.6 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Baring, Maurice | Baring, Maurice | 42703 | 42702 | Baring, Maurice_[Overlooked]_1500_23_0.4 | Baring, Maurice_[Passing By]_1500_12_0.9 |
"Where has Rosaleen gone?" he asked, in a tone as Bohemian and casual as he could make it. " With a new man," said Lawrence. " A gentlemanly illustrator. Ah, well!... What can one expect?" As Lawrence was about to begin yet another of his dreadful dissertations on cooking, a knock rang at the door and a young man with ... | She answered the teasing remarks of the man beside her with abstracted monosyllables, and watched another couple—a tall, dark, negro youth, with the face of a proud falcon, and an ample-bodied white woman in her early thirties, with a round face void of cosmetics but like an angelic mask that could not quite hide the j... | 0.3 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Holding, Elisabeth Sanxay | Bodenheim, Maxwell | 68767 | 67372 | Holding, Elisabeth Sanxay_[Rosaleen among the artists]_1500_28_0.1 | Bodenheim, Maxwell_[9th Avenue]_1500_38_0.9 |
Was it all self-pity, loneliness, or low spirits? Perhaps it was the awakening of a sentiment that had waited its time as patiently as its inspiration had. Who shall say? Jo, alone in the twilight, lay on the old sofa, gazing into the fire and lost in thought. That hour of twilight was her most cherished way to pass th... | My cadet had spoken first, so he said that he would do it; but the others could give me bell-buttons and chevrons, and decorate fans for me instead. " Do you enjoy hops, Lady Betty? The cadet inquired about a perfect little pet, looking like a cherub in uniform. Hops?" I couldn't fathom why he’d pose such a trivial que... | 0.4 | Young women -- Fiction | Alcott, L. M. (Louisa May) | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel) | 514 | 23441 | Alcott, L. M. (Louisa May)_[Second Plays]_1500_116_0.7 | Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel)_[Lady Betty Across the Water]_1500_25_0.8 |
" Well, I set Amy to work; and give Amy her due, she set all her wits to work to find out which way this girl had her knowledge, but, more particularly, how much knowledge she had—that is to say, what she really knew, and what she did not know, for this was the main thing with me; how she could say she knew who Madam R... | Now it seems he found his wound would smart many times when he was in company with such who thought themselves to be sound, and who appeared so to one another; but he would presently rise up and say publicly, 'Friends, here is somebody in the room that has the plague', and so would immediately break up the company. Ind... | 0.6 | Historical fiction | Defo, Daniel | Defo, Daniel | 30344 | 376 | Defo, Daniel_[The Fortunate Mistress (Parts 1 and 2) or a History of the Life of Mademoiselle de Beleau Known by the Name of the Lady Roxana]_1500_77_0.7 | Defo, Daniel_[A Journal of the Plague Year Being Observations or Memorials of the Most Remarkable Occurrences, as Well Public as Private, Which Happened in London During the Last Great Visitation in 1665. Written by a Citizen Who Continued All the While in London]_1500_51_0.9 |
"But first," interposed the Comte quickly, "we must stop this bleeding, however roughly. It is not from the artery, I trust?—no, I think not. Can you take your coat off . . . I'd better slit up the sleeve, in any case. Set yourself down upon this stone, de Kersaint; it will be easier for both of us. He steadied him ben... | " "That means three hours' sentry work. Have you had your supper?" " No, I ain't. " " You go in and get it. I'll keep a watch here. Should a scuffle break out, Tom, are you ready to see it through? Stook scratched a meditative chin. " Sure, Master Jasper, as long as it doesn't involve the Sussex folk. You don't mind be... | 0.2 | Historical fiction | Broster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen) | Deeping, George Warwick | 59937 | 65850 | Broster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)_[Fighting in Flanders]_1500_55_0.4 | Deeping, George Warwick_[Pátria]_1500_31_0.6 |
If it had been Amaury, now,—But that Guy, of all people in all this world— Come, I had better tell my story straight. I was coming down the long gallery after dinner, to the bower of the Lady Queen, where I meant to go on with my embroidery, and I thought I might perhaps get a quiet talk with Lady Judith. All at once I... | As a stripling he had made one of the Picardy Nation in the schools of Paris. He had studied the metaphysics of Aristotle under Aquinas, and voyaged strange seas of thought piloted by Roger, the white-bearded Englishman. Thence, by the favour of the Queen-mother, he had gone as squire to Alphonso's court of Castile, wh... | 0 | Historical fiction | Holt, Emely Sarah | Buchan, John | 44115 | 1966 | Holt, Emely Sarah_[Lady Sybil's Choice: A Tale of the Crusades]_1500_22 | Buchan, John_[The Lives of the III. Normans, Kings of England: William the First, William the Second, Henrie the First]_1500_14 |
Then he began: "You force me to point out that I no longer need a pretext to hold France. France lies before me prostrate. By God's singular grace I reign in this fair kingdom, mine by right of conquest, and an alliance with the house of Valois will neither make nor mar me." She was unable to deny this, unpalatable as ... | And I conjecture that, although the better stylists usually omit this ingredient, it has some meaning also.... Yes, you do allude to my having red hair, but the hare of my inestimable glory, which you likewise mention, is not capillary, but zoölogical,—in addition to being also metaphorical.... You state, in brief, in ... | 1 | Historical fiction | Cabell, Branch | Cabell, Branch | 22463 | 69779 | Cabell, Branch_[Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no. 153, vol. III, December 4, 1886]_1500_38 | Cabell, Branch_[Pemrose Lorry, Radio Amateur]_1500_8 |
The repast was sumptuous; course succeeded course; and the most delicate sweetmeats and richest wines invited the guests to a prolongation of their pleasures. Castruccio was both from habit and principle abstemious, and the quiet of the banquet was first interrupted by a sarcasm of Ranieri, as he pointed to the quantit... | The horror of such a corpse made the place a nightmare to me. I tossed his handkerchief over his face, locked the main‑hall door to delay the body’s discovery, slipped out through the low door he’d entered, secured it, and slipped the key into my pocket. Once out of the place, I stopped an instant to reflect upon my ne... | 0.1 | Historical fiction | Shelley, Mary W. | Taylor, M. Imlay (Mary Imlay) | 63337 | 70502 | Shelley, Mary W._[Valperga Volume 1 (of 3) or, The life and adventures of Castruccio, prince of Lucca]_1500_29_0.1 | Taylor, M. Imlay (Mary Imlay)_[On the red staircase]_1500_33_0.2 |
"I didn't know you had a taste for Taine. " Her voice sounded distant, yet she stood just beside him, tall and bewitching—Helenesque as ever. Her blue eyes turned into deep wells that he found himself drawn into. He forced himself to step back. "You're early tonight," he said, his voice flat. She appropriated the messa... | "But you're not going to get away with it!" He shouted, his trembling fingers almost brushing my throat. I will personally cast the first stone. Yet before I proceed, you must confess. When the Hour draws near, you’ll recognize the immensity of your lust—just as everyone else does—and you’ll fall to your knees and plea... | 0.6 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Young, Robert F. | Young, Robert F. | 61048 | 71646 | Young, Robert F._[The Girls from Fieu Dayol]_1500_3_0.8 | Young, Robert F._[Pilgrims' project]_1500_7_0.8 |
There seemed to be definite answers to all of these questions, but none to the fact of the man's presence, to the fact of his look of recognition, or to the fact of his wish to be unobserved. Was he part of the same conspiracy that threatened McGuire? Or was this simply a small, private conspiracy arranged just for Pet... | Were it not for madame, perhaps, I should yet make some small effort to establish myself upon the Sally. They have defeated me, yet I barely feel grief. I’m not built to endure this kind of life, my friend. Bloodshed in any war that is not conducted with honor sickens me and leaves me thirsting for water. I depart from... | 0.7 | Adventure stories | Gibbs, George | Gibbs, George | 29617 | 51468 | Gibbs, George_[The Rejuvenation of Miss Semaphore: A Farcical Novel]_1500_18_0.5 | Gibbs, George_[The Love of Monsieur]_1500_33_0.8 |
She had too much pride to show it, but Connover felt in some vague way that she was not well pleased. She was a mother of high ideals and she was not undiscerning. Aside from her son's disobedience, which had been a shock to her, what an inglorious afternoon had been his! It seemed that every one about her had done som... | I know that wouldn't fix it for you so you could stay, and even the Gold Medal wouldn't, but just the same an Eagle Scout is an Eagle Scout, I don't care where he is. Gee, _I'm_ sorry you didn't get the Burnside money. But what's the good crying over spilled milk—there's water enough in it already. Boy, if you were in ... | 1 | Adventure stories | Fitzhugh, P. K. (Percy Keese) | Fitzhugh, P. K. (Percy Keese) | 6655 | 75164 | Fitzhugh, P. K. (Percy Keese)_[Tom Slade : Boy Scout of the Moving Pictures]_1500_24 | Fitzhugh, P. K. (Percy Keese)_[Roy Blakeley's roundabout hike]_1500_23 |
You may be sure of that, and though Fred is not my model hero, he does very well, and in time I should get fond enough of him if he was very fond of me, and let me do just as I liked. Over the past week I’ve been turning the matter over in my mind, unable to ignore the fact that Fred liked me. He said nothing, but litt... | She used to be always at home in the week, dragging about a great baby; and we managed that her mother should afford to stay at home and send her to school. It seemed a great pity that her cleverness would go to waste. The doctor smiled. " Ah! Regardless, the tyrant‑baby proved to be the best disciplinarian. Meta looke... | 0.3 | Young women -- Fiction | Alcott, L. M. (Louisa May) | Yonge, C. M. (Charlotte Mary) | 514 | 3610 | Alcott, L. M. (Louisa May)_[Second Plays]_1500_84_0.7 | Yonge, C. M. (Charlotte Mary)_[The Daisy Chain, or Aspirations]_1500_77_0.7 |
The treasures of love, like visions of the Holy Grail, are not revealed to those who have known none of the waiting, and yearning, and suffering, and sacrifice that teach their divine nature and their immeasurable worth. Regarding all the profound meanings and solemn mysteries that envelope the essential question of ri... | The Yelvertons had reckoned without their host—as is the incurable habit of sanguine human nature—with the usual result. Paul would not abandon either his chosen career or the country he loved as a true Australian, even after marrying into a prominent English family, and Patty forbade any attempt to persuade him otherw... | 0.7 | Young women -- Fiction | Cambridge, Ada | Cambridge, Ada | 38083 | 50476 | Cambridge, Ada_[Colville of the Guards, Volume 2 (of 3)]_1500_8_0.6 | Cambridge, Ada_[The Young Enchanted: A Romantic Story]_1500_91_0.7 |
" "Young man, you are too confoundedly smart. Mark my words, you'll die young. Yes; I have the wire. Here it is. Look at it. You are right; something happened to it, and I've been tearing myself to pieces, ever since, to find out who it was. I've got all my amateur sleuths working on the case, this very minute, to find... | Some people call them compass aërials and they're used on ships for locating other vessels or for finding their way. And besides, they cut out a lot of static. " "Now please, Tom, what is all this you're talking about? What is static?" "Well that's mighty hard to explain," said Tom, scratching his head reflectively. "I... | 0 | Adventure stories | Darlington, Edgar B. P. | Verrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt) | 2474 | 39576 | Darlington, Edgar B. P._[The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings; Or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life]_1500_29 | Verrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt)_[The Radio Detectives]_1500_4 |
Following the lead of the "devil-doctors," who, stripped to the waist, and with their heads covered with the hideous masks used in their incantations, looked like demons newly arisen from the pit, the yelling swarm of natives at last reached the fence outside Blount's house; and Mr. Deighton, with an inward groan, saw ... | Almost as the dawn broke, two canoes were seen to put off from Nukualofa beach, and come towards the ship. They were manned by young Tongan "bucks" who, in reply to the mate's questions as to the whereabouts of the captain and his crew, answered him with gestures which the ship's company rightly enough construed as mea... | 1 | Adventure stories | Becke, George Louis | Becke, George Louis | 24996 | 25057 | Becke, George Louis_[The Tapu of Banderah 1901]_1500_7 | Becke, George Louis_[The Adventure of Elizabeth Morey, of New York 1901]_1500_3 |
She had arrived at the very limit of her endurance as the object of Anthony's magnanimity; she was the prey of an intuitive dread of she did not know what mysterious influence; she felt herself being pushed back into that solitude, that moral loneliness, which had made all her life intolerable. In the renewed close com... | He confessed apologetically that it was the commonest sort of curiosity. I tell myself that I understand every kind of curiosity. Curiosity about everyday facts, ordinary things, and ordinary people. Curiosity stands as the most admirable faculty of the human mind; I cannot fathom the possibilities of a mind bereft of ... | 0.7 | Young women -- Fiction | Conrad, Joseph | Conrad, Joseph | 23506 | 1476 | Conrad, Joseph_[Chance: A Tale in Two Parts]_1500_91_0.5 | Conrad, Joseph_[Chance: A Tale in Two Parts]_1500_9_0.8 |
Flora's illness hastened things a bit. " She wants to see her New York doctors," Waterman had said. " I think we shall close the house, and join Madge later at the Crossing. " George felt an unexpected sense of shock. The game must end, yet he wanted it to go on. The cards were in his hands, and he was not quite ready ... | I know she came even as a woman, to my man. Yet the knowledge was stark and revealed, mirroring the darkness of the event. All I know is that it was indeed so. During the quiet of sleep, a call rose from the depths of my being and was answered by a woman among us. Whether it was my breasts, thighs, or face, I recall no... | 0.2 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Bailey, Irene Temple | Davison, Lawrence H. (Lawrence Herbert) | 17697 | 68088 | Bailey, Irene Temple_[The Trumpeter Swan]_1500_21_0.1 | Davison, Lawrence H. (Lawrence Herbert)_[Glad ghosts]_1500_11_0.8 |
Some mighty convulsion of the mountain had separated the whole front of the cliff from the main rock, so that a space of at least twenty feet intervened, and between yawned a dark abyss that led down to where no man had yet penetrated. Creedon led the way up along a ledge of ascent which lined the outer edge of the gre... | No one had been seen by any one lurking in the vicinity of the house, but some time between midnight and morning three men, as the old miser declared, had entered his house, had chloroformed him and then had deliberately gone all through his apartments and had taken everything of value they could lay their hands on. Af... | 0.7 | Adventure stories | Halsey, Harlan Page | Halsey, Harlan Page | 10690 | 43765 | Halsey, Harlan Page_[Pieni hanhipaimen Yrjö]_1500_4_0.2 | Halsey, Harlan Page_[The Twin Ventriloquists; or, Nimble Ike and Jack the Juggler A Tale of Strategy and Jugglery]_1500_12_0.8 |
"But you're not going to get away with it!" He shouted, his trembling fingers almost brushing my throat. I myself will cast the first stone. But before I do, you'll confess. When the Hour draws near, you’ll recognize the immensity of your lust—just as everyone else does—and you’ll fall to your knees and plead for forgi... | "I didn't know you had a taste for Taine. " Her voice sounded distant, yet she stood just beside him, tall and bewitching—Helenesque as ever. Her blue eyes turned into deep wells that he found himself drawn into. He forced himself to step back. "You're early tonight," he said, his voice flat. She appropriated the messa... | 0.6 | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Young, Robert F. | Young, Robert F. | 71646 | 61048 | Young, Robert F._[Pilgrims' project]_1500_7_0.4 | Young, Robert F._[The Girls from Fieu Dayol]_1500_3_0.9 |
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