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id: 28935
title: Captain Dieppe
author: Hope, Anthony
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  To the eye of an onlooker Captain Dieppe''s circumstances afforded high Then, turning again to Dieppe, he said, "In return, pray let me know to the Count--Dieppe sprang up, ran down the hill, turned the corner of "My friend, you love!" cried the Captain, holding out his hand as the The Captain started, looked round, listened, smiled, frowned, pulled "I will think," promised Dieppe, "of my friend the Count." Guillaume--talked of bribing Captain Dieppe. "Tell her," pursued the Count, laying his hand on Dieppe''s shoulder and Andrea hated to think of and Captain Dieppe could not endure to see; brave man and a true friend, Captain Dieppe." know one another, Captain Dieppe." "Unless Captain Dieppe lets it out, you know." "It would be better if Captain Dieppe did n''t come back, I think," "Oh, dear," laughed the Countess, "I believe Captain Dieppe did n''t "But tell me about yourself, Dieppe," said the Count.


id: 31375
title: Under False Pretences: A Novel
author: Sergeant, Adeline
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  "Brian," said Luttrell, more quietly than he had yet spoken, "I think I "For Heaven''s sake, don''t ask Brian," said Richard, looking back over "I understand," said Brian, taking away his hands from the doctor''s arm "I will ask Angela," said Mrs. Luttrell, stretching out her hand to a "Oh, yes," said Angela, lifting her face slowly from Mrs. Luttrell''s "Do you know what you look like?" said Percival, suddenly. "I am Brian Luttrell''s cousin," said Hugo, quietly, "and I come from "If you think she liked you better than Mr. Heron," said Mrs. Luttrell, "Look here, my good man," said Percival, sitting up, and regarding his think that the man whom Elizabeth loved could not be Brian Luttrell. "Mr. Percival Heron," said Dino, looking him steadily in the face. "The thing will be to get Mr. Brian Luttrell back," said Elizabeth. "You''ll come with me, Percival," said Brian.


id: 1104
title: The Comedy of Errors
author: Shakespeare, William
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  THIS EBOOK WAS ONE OF PROJECT GUTENBERG''S EARLY FILES PRODUCED AT A TIME WHEN PROOFING METHODS AND TOOLS WERE NOT WELL DEVELOPED. IS AN IMPROVED EDITION OF THIS TITLE WHICH MAY BE VIEWED AS EBOOK (#23046) at https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/23046


id: 1123
title: Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will
author: Shakespeare, William
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  THIS EBOOK WAS ONE OF PROJECT GUTENBERG''S EARLY FILES PRODUCED AT A TIME WHEN PROOFING METHODS AND TOOLS WERE NOT WELL DEVELOPED. IS AN IMPROVED EDITION OF THIS TITLE WHICH MAY BE VIEWED AS EBOOK (#38901) at https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/38901


id: 2363
title: Incognita; Or, Love and Duty Reconcil''d
author: Congreve, William
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  meeting of Aurelian and Hippolito with Incognita and Leonora, and the By this time Aurelian''s Servant had taken a Lodging and was Hippolito, a little after he had parted with Aurelian, was got among a of Juliana the Marquess''s Daughter, with Aurelian, Son to Don Fabio: to They had little Discourse by the way, which gave Hippolito time the suddain, as surpriz''d Aurelian and made him leap back; Hippolito, on having kiss''d with a great deal of Ardour, he took Aurelian by the Hand, Hippolito on the other side (though Aurelian thought him in a much better Falshood, since it would appear to them as One Person pretending to Two. Aurelian told him, there was but one Remedy for that, which was for lie under to the Fair Sex. Hippolito, who at this time was our Aurelian, Hippolito (for whom she took him) to be Aurelian''s Friend, and she feared


id: 10911
title: Buried Alive: A Tale of These Days
author: Bennett, Arnold
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  Leaving Priam Farll, the great and wealthy artist, we return to that far "It''s very good of you to come," said Priam Farll with warm, vivacious "Yes, very good," said Priam Farll with conviction. "You''ve got the evening papers?" asked Priam Farll. valet, Henry Leek, Priam Farll bequeathed the remainder of his fortune "Yes," said Priam Farll. "Yes," said Priam Farll. In the lives of beings like Priam Farll and Alice a the back of the picture which Priam had lodged on the said bath-room "I suppose you''ll not deny," said Henry the younger, "that Priam Farll Placards said that admission through the archway was a shilling; but Mr. Oxford, bearing Priam''s latest picture as though it had cost fifty "You _are_ Priam Farll, aren''t you?" said Mr. Oxford in a very low "I think you are Priam Farll because you painted that picture I bought "I haven''t signed my pictures for twenty years," said Priam.


id: 38901
title: Twelfth Night; or, What You Will
author: Kemble, John Philip
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  _Mar._ By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'' nights; turn o'' the toe like a parish-top--See, here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face. _Sir To._ Art thou good at these kick-shaws, knight? _Clo._ Good Sir Toby,---_Sir And._ Begin, fool: it begins,--[_Sings._] _Hold thy peace._ _Mar._ Nay, good Sir Toby. _Sir To._ He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that _Sir To._ Let''s to bed, knight.--Thou hadst need send for more _Duke._ Come hither, boy:--If ever thou shalt love, _Vio._ But, if she cannot love you, sir? _Sir To._ Come thy ways, Signior Fabian. _Vio._ Art not thou the Lady Olivia''s fool? _Clo._ No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she will keep _Fab._ [_Parts them._] O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the _Sir To._ What, man!--Come on. _Fab._ Hold, good Sir Toby, hold:--my lady here! _Vio._ Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.


id: 40353
title: The Datchet Diamonds
author: Marsh, Richard
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  Scarcely had she uttered the words than she saw Mr. Paxton coming Perceiving that his friend appeared to be slightly nonplussed by Mr. Paxton''s manner, the German-American came a little forward, as if to This pleasing-looking person, coming to Mr. Paxton, raised a long, In spite of his disclaiming any knowledge of a man named Lawrence, Mr. Paxton had little doubt that both men had been "spotted." Mr. Paxton turned and looked at the speaker; Mr. Ireland seemed, as it fact is, Miss Strong, I heard an ugly story about Mr. Paxton, and--I "Pray, how did Mr. Lawrence come to know that Mr. Paxton intended to Franklyn, knowing his man, was more moved by Ireland''s words than he feel that Cyril Paxton, the man I love, who would not suffer himself Paxton asked himself, as he looked at him, if the man might not be


id: 39689
title: Satan Sanderson
author: Rives, Hallie Erminie
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  "Sanderson," said the old man with bitter fierceness, lifting his hand, The old man''s gaze for the first time left Harry''s face. On a June day a month later, Harry Sanderson sat in his study, looking A steely look had come to Harry Sanderson''s eyes; he was thinking of the Harry''s face was turned away, or the bishop would have seen it suddenly "Sanderson," said the old man in a low, hoarse, unnatural voice, "come "Stay, Sanderson," said the old man; then turning to Hugh: "Who advanced hunted, calculating eyes, as the old man turned to Harry Sanderson. There came to him the memory of Hugh''s old sneer as he looked at his Hugh looked his old friend in the face a moment, then his unsteady "Look here, Harry," he began, "you were a good fellow in the old days. Harry Sanderson''s eyes had not left Hugh''s face; he was thinking


id: 41589
title: Lyre and Lancet: A Story in Scenes
author: Anstey, F.
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  You know the Lullingtons, and the dear Bishop and Mrs. Rodney, and one or two other people are coming to dinner? _Lady Culverin._ I don''t know, dear Rupert. _Lady Culverin._ Dear Rupert, aren''t you just a little bit _narrow_? _Captain Thicknesse._ I--I used to meet Lady Maisie Mull pretty often poor dear Lady Chesepare; never _does_ do things like anybody else. (_Aloud._) Oh, then I suppose you know Sir Rupert _Lady Cantire._ Yes, I certainly know Sir Rupert better. _Spurrell._ But indeed, my lady, I--I think I''d better wait till she Lady Maisie Mull (_To_ SPURRELL.) What name, if you please, sir? _Lady Cantire._ My dear, Mr. Spurrell has already said he can _manage_ _Lady Culverin._ I really don''t know whom I _can_ give Mr. Spurrell. _Lady Maisie._ Good night, Mr. Spurrell, and--and I''m so very _Undershell._ You know what maids _are_, Lady Maisie.


id: 41636
title: Ravenshoe
author: Kingsley, Henry
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  "I saw Lord Welter coming away from the proctor''s, sir," said William. Charles said that Lord Welter had been rusticated for a year. "Dear Lord Saltire," said Charles, taking the old man''s hand; "I am "Now, tell me, my dear," said Lady Ascot, manoeuvring a great old fan, "How calm and quiet old home looks, William," said Charles; "I like to "I can take care of myself yet, Master Charles," said the old man, "I don''t think, dad," said Charles, looking from Densil to Father Charles said at this moment, "Do come here and look at this." "Dear Charles," said the good old woman, weeping, "I will forgive her "Charles," said William, earnestly, "do you know what is coming?" "Yes," said Lord Saltire; "I love Charles Ravenshoe more than any other "Dear Lord Ascot," said Charles, "how could I think of blaming you, my "May I come in, Lady Ascot?" said Charles.


id: 42595
title: The Last Call: A Romance (Vol. 1 of 3)
author: Dowling, Richard
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  On the ridge of shingle lay a young man, whose eyes rested on the sea. The name of the young man lying on the shingles was Eugene O''Donnell. "The Vernons," she said, "are good to me, and I like the girls very Lavirotte noticed the look of disquietude on the girl''s face, and said "O''Malley," said O''Donnell, "I want you to do me a great favour." business this way, and, as I said, I thought I''d look in." a place at such a time, and tripping up an old man who is on his way Then he took the young girl by the hand, and said: "This "My own room," said the old man, "is above this, and this shall be "Dominique Lavirotte," said the old man, in the voice of a seer busy "It is a long time," said he, "since I had anyone--man, woman, or


id: 42596
title: The Last Call: A Romance (Vol. 2 of 3)
author: Dowling, Richard
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  "Give me a little time to think," said the old man. When Crawford and Dora were safely inside Maher''s hotel, the old man "Perhaps you know," said Crawford, "that Mr. Lavirotte telegraphed to "I am old," said Mr. Crawford, "and have lived a long time out of the "Good God!" said the old man, "what a dreadful story, and what a "Let us not waste time now," said the old man, "with idle matters. "And now," said Lavirotte, "dear Mr. Crawford, don''t you think that in "Maher told me," said the Railway, "that an old man and a young girl "He means, Mary," said the old man, "that Eugene is dead." the time, he had thought Dora or the old man should write to him The old man looked at Lavirotte gratefully, and said: "You are "Well," said Lavirotte, going over and taking the old man by the hand,


id: 42597
title: The Last Call: A Romance (Vol. 3 of 3)
author: Dowling, Richard
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  At the end of the first year, Eugene O''Donnell said to his wife one Eugene came back and told Nellie that Lavirotte had suddenly left for "You know, Nellie," said Eugene, putting his arm round his wife''s "And the boy?" said Mrs. O''Donnell with a smile, as the door opened "And the boy," said Lavirotte, echoing her words, and touching the "Nonsense," said Eugene, "a young man like you! "Eugene," said Lavirotte, suddenly, "I once knew a man who had a child "I know the place better than you," said Lavirotte. "Oh," said Fraser, "if you sing anything like as well as Lavirotte, pointed at Lavirotte, and said: "He knows I do not sing that song. Lavirotte said: "You never sang that song better, Eugene." "Don''t sing it, Eugene," said Lavirotte. "Of course he will," said Eugene, taking the boy out of Lavirotte''s "Did you ever think," said Fraser, "that Lavirotte was a little mad?"


