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was further the kitchen door , and it led directly out on asked . the wide , desolate plain . No garden sur- “ No ; it is not a stock - ranch . Four rounded the little house ; no tree was there horses can readily do the plowing , and I ...
was further the kitchen door , and it led directly out on asked . the wide , desolate plain . No garden sur- “ No ; it is not a stock - ranch . Four rounded the little house ; no tree was there horses can readily do the plowing , and I ...
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Mr. Smith has a strawberry She gave a little scream of delight . “ O , ranch about four miles from here ; I will -quick , quick ! How shall I get there ? ” speak to him about a supply to - morrow . ” she asked , in sudden surprise .
Mr. Smith has a strawberry She gave a little scream of delight . “ O , ranch about four miles from here ; I will -quick , quick ! How shall I get there ? ” speak to him about a supply to - morrow . ” she asked , in sudden surprise .
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I asked one evening , after I had been read- It was the workman . I thought that he ing aloud to her some story of a woman who was coming in for the first time since I had had done glorious work in the world . been there .
I asked one evening , after I had been read- It was the workman . I thought that he ing aloud to her some story of a woman who was coming in for the first time since I had had done glorious work in the world . been there .
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Alfred ennyson Poet Laureate | 2 |
On Foot in Tlascala | 46 |
Annetta | 60 |
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