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id: 13944
title: After London; Or, Wild England
author: Jefferies, Richard
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  "The water must have been cold this morning?" said Felix, ignoring the Felix had scarcely worked half an hour before Oliver returned and threw When the canoe was finished, Oliver came to help Felix launch it, and woods, till one day he found himself in the path that led to Heron Bay. Strolling to the shore of the great Lake, he sat down and watched a islands of large size stood out on the left, but Felix, not knowing the On the right shore, wooded hills rose from the water like a wall; on the Felix looked, and saw that he was opposite the extreme angle of the city "The man is a fool," said the king, who now thought that Felix was a Soon wearying of winding round these walls, Felix returned and retraced But the shepherds, ever desirous of water, and looking on Felix as a


id: 5155
title: Cæsar''s Column: A Story of the Twentieth Century
author: Donnelly, Ignatius
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  I was perplexed, and, turning to the great man who stood near me, I dreadful homes and working-places of the poor I had visited the day Here I lived in great poverty for a time, until the Brotherhood came their great eyes; what goodness, like dawn-awakened flowers, is men must live; they want the one man''s place; they are hungry; they "I shall do so, my lord," said Rudolph; and to my great relief they These constitute the great man''s world. "I fear, my good man," said another member of the Council, with a Demons looked sedate and thoughtful, like a man who had taken a very "Come," said Maximilian, taking me by the arm, "it is time to go." And, dear mother," he said, turning to her with a loving look, day you said my son was not the man who assaulted you, that unless I one good and great-hearted man.


id: 12163
title: The Sleeper Awakes A Revised Edition of When the Sleeper Wakes
author: Wells, H. G. (Herbert George)
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  The thickset man came and stood by the shoulder of Graham. Graham hesitated, and in the other hand of the wild-eyed man he saw the "You must come away!" said the man in red in a resolute voice. "I am the man who was in the trance," said Graham. through the ribs of its body, Graham saw two little men, very minute and "I''m a dull man, older than I look, and forgetful," said Graham. "I know a few things," said the old man. but how things work together!" said the old man. "Men are strange," said the old man. "Men are strange," said the old man. "But you don''t know that the Sleeper died," said Graham, suddenly. "Now," said Ostrog, "comes the Council House," and slowly a black edge "_Must_ the world go this way?" said Graham with his emotions at the little man looked livid now and his eyes searched Graham''s face.


id: 34522
title: The Secret of the League: The Story of a Social War
author: Bramah, Ernest
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  "A remarkable sight," said an old man who had opened conversation with matter of some moment, "was a few years ago regarded as the one man who A strong man and a prominent politician, Sir John Hampden had occupied George Salt had forced Hampden to hear what he wished to say, a day now League secretary to Sir John Hampden, endowed with large discretionary including John Hampden''s secretary, a man called Salt. "Simply routine work going on," said Salt half-impatiently. On the following day Sir John Hampden returned from Paris. Among the working men of the country--the class that the League had come short time was declared, a great many working-class houses, financed "Is the Home Secretary in a position to tell us who this man Salt is?" The inconspicuous young man standing in Sir John Hampden''s library--he a man called Flak who died in Paradise Street an hour ago," said


id: 32903
title: The Victor
author: Walton, Bryce
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  Underground fools any good." The Manager studied Marquis with detached As he drifted through the machine tooled nightmare, Marquis knew _what_ That was all of life, and after a while Marquis knew, a Marquis felt deep lancing pain as he tried to resist the bells. time the bells rang and a prisoner didn''t respond properly, invisible Marquis sat on his bed, eating, while the bells of eating rang across Marquis said, "I don''t think there''s a prisoner here who doesn''t want to "A man''s life at least is his own," Marquis said. And then in the dark, in absolute silence, Marquis moved a little. This time he knew at once that the twisting body in the steaming pain, But a guard appeared, a cold-faced man who guided Marquis back to During an eating period, Marquis said to 4901. At the end of that work period, Marquis returned to his cell. dark, Marquis knew.


id: 32859
title: Perchance to Dream
author: Stockham, Richard
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  All along the line of machines, the men''s hands and arms worked like the The man stood for a moment, like a soldier at attention, turned and The silence was like a motion picture with a dead sound track. only motion--and him walking down the line of machines where the hands the _other_ dream cards he''d been getting from the little man he''d met "Now we Superfathers _never_ have to use the dream machines. Twenty-three looked up at the glowing dome of the city that curved away He walked on through the silence, dimly aware now of the people moving He turned away then to the rolling green sea of hills, saw of life, open to the sky and the earth, a city in which people can find his mind, his arms working over the machines, saw them make a wrong "Dreams made by some twisted mind," the Superfather said.


id: 44074
title: Meccania, the Super-State
author: Gregory, Owen
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  When we came to the offices of the Department of Health, Sheep said I "In many other countries," I said, "people desire to please themselves "I think it will be a good thing," I said, "if I ask you questions as formerly there were large numbers of people, among the working classes relative numbers of the classes, when he said, "I do not think you Meccanian State was saved by the genius and will of one great man, the "Many Foreign Observers," he said, "in times past, have made merry The Great Meccanian Gallery, he said, was the temple of all that was "One naturally wants to know what the people of any country are like, is no Seventh Class in Mecco, I pointed this out to Johnson, who said "Of course it''s the Military Class," said Johnson, with a laugh. For a long time Meccanian education was out of court; people


id: 52169
title: The inner house
author: Besant, Walter
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  life beautiful and happy; to lovely women"--here the men heaved a sigh The Curator of the Museum was an aged man, one of the few old men I have said that Christine called the old man her grandfather. The girl passed through them, leading the old man by the hand. collection of all kinds of things preserved from the old times. Nobody replied; but the young man called Jack took Christine''s hand and "The men love us no longer," said Lady Mildred. old time when they were still young, began to look again as they had "In the old books there is always, as I said before, a young man in "This," said the young man, "is the Chapel where, in the old time, they might a monk in the old times look upon a picture of fair women years "In the College itself, Suffragan," he said, "and in the House, things


id: 61963
title: We
author: Zamiatin, Evgenii Ivanovich
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  row, an unknown he-Number, double-curved like the letter S. crazy loudness of colors and forms like their ancient music. plane above, dark blue walls, red, green, orange bindings of ancient awaiting their turns, faces shining like the oil lamps in an ancient The back of his head is square; it looks like a little valise (I dealt with the man, who, his reason lost and lips like glass, stood smile,--like that one at the little table this morning; or if in all At the door he turned around like a little black ball, came back to Like a wind something red passed my eyes, of the door a sharp sun-ray like lightning broke into the darkness tables and the globe-like heads busy chewing, slowly, silently, My eyes, my lips, my hands knew it; at that moment I was absolutely ancient strange novel, had you like me held in your trembling hands


