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One night, at the latter end of April 1665, the family of a
citizen of London carrying on an read more
One night, at the latter end of April 1665, the family of a
citizen of London carrying on an extensive business as a grocer
in Wood Street, Cheapside, were assembled, according to custom,
at prayer.
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.
Obeying an inalienable law, things grew, spreading riotous and
strange in their instinct for growth.
Obeying an inalienable law, things grew, spreading riotous and
strange in their instinct for growth.
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.
In the twentieth year of the reign of the right high and puissant
King Henry the Eighth, namely, in read more
In the twentieth year of the reign of the right high and puissant
King Henry the Eighth, namely, in 1529, on the twenty-first of
April, and on one of the loveliest evenings that ever fell on the
loveliest district in England, a fair youth, having somewhat the
appearance of a page, was leaning over the terrace-wall on the
north side of Windsor Castle, and gazing at the magnificent scene
before him.
According to the tapes, my father, then about as run-of-the-mill
as Joe Blow himself, didn't want to see the read more
According to the tapes, my father, then about as run-of-the-mill
as Joe Blow himself, didn't want to see the thing.
"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.
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.