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id: 28091
title: The Double Four
author: Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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  Peter Ruff stood like a man turned to "Very kind of you, I am sure, Count von Hern," Peter answered. "I am the good friend of Monsieur de Lamborne," Peter said, and in his "I think that there need be no answer to that question," Peter said "A family affair, madame, with Bernadine, the enemy of France," Peter "Baron," Bernadine said suavely, linking his arm through the other man''s "Oh, my friend--Peter Ruff or Baron de Grost, or whatever you may choose "For Monsieur le Baron de Grost," he announced, handing Peter a note. "Mr. von Tassen," Peter said easily, "you are a man who loves "The Count von Hern comes, I believe," Peter assured his host, "of a "I expect Bernadine is a little annoyed," Peter remarked. "My friend Sogrange will tell you that I am to be trusted," Peter Sogrange and Peter, Baron de Grost, standing upon the threshold of their


id: 17028
title: Eastern Standard Tribe
author: Doctorow, Cory
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  "Don''t take this the wrong way, but you look like hell," he said. "The lawyers''ve worked it out, I think," Art said. Art groaned and rolled his eyes in Linda''s direction to let her know that he, "I''m sorry, all right?" Art said. "Hey, fuck you, Fede." Art is surprised to hear the words coming out of his Now," he said to Fede, standing and walking away quickly, hand "Just what I said, Art. Think hard about how you and your friends interacted and "You like it, then," Art said, once "Ooh, right here in your office?" Linda said, covering his hand with hers. "Fede''s from New York," Art said. "Lovely to have met you, Fede," Linda said, taking his hand. "Linda," Art said. "Fede!" Art said into the comm. and all Art was thinking of was why Linda would talk to Fede and then book a


id: 22314
title: Mysticism and its Results: Being an Inquiry into the Uses and Abuses of Secrecy
author: Delafield, John
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  Patriarchal Tradition.--The Hand-Writing on Belshazzar''s Wall.--The Secret The Discipline of the Secret in the Origin of the Christian Church.--The Source of Political Power at its Beginning.--The Secret Writings they the popular religion under new forms; what powers and objects of nature religion to a common origin, with similarity of human means to accomplish a power over kings, generals, nations, and people, in the hands of the the mysteries exercised a great influence on the spirit of the nation, not the time of Moses, their secret writings must having been only known to him religion was the engine of political power, came from the ancient Assyrian of faith," better known to us as a secret society called "THE INQUISITION." history has its time, and the order of Jesuits can never rise to any great A secret society, also political, was formed here, known as THE


id: 21259
title: The Black Cross
author: Briggs, Olive M. (Olive Mary)
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  Velasco stirred suddenly and his dark head turned from the fire light, Velasco rubbed his eyes with his hand and stared about him, strangely, The voice of the Chief, as he turned to Velasco, was like the passing When I feel your hand--Kaya, your hair is like "Don''t be angry," said Velasco, "I talk to my violin sometimes like "Of course," said Velasco, "After my concerts I am always like that. "Your hair is like down," said Velasco, "a soft, golden fluff. "I hear you," said Velasco, "You needn''t bellow in my ear like a bull! "How strange your eyes are," said Velasco, "like two pools in the Velasco bowed with his hand on his heart: "It is mine," he said in a "Feel my hands," said Kaya, "Is that fever?" Then she shut her eyes. "No," said the Kapellmeister, "You can''t lie with eyes like that."


id: 7890
title: Blind Love
author: Collins, Wilkie
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  "Look at that," he said, handing the letter to Iris. Now at one time, and now at another, Iris had heard of Lord Harry''s Joshua''s brush has been guilty of flattery or not." He turned to Mrs. Vimpany, and attempted to look into her life from a new point of view. _you_ tell Mrs. Vimpany you knew Lord Harry?" Iris made no reply; her Mountjoy answered a little too readily: "I think it related to Mrs. Vimpany." "But we may hope to meet in London," Iris reminded her; "unless Mr. Vimpany alters his mind about leaving this place." "I was told I should find you," Lord Harry said, "with Miss Henley, at at Mr. Vimpany''s house, and had asked for Iris, the doctor had got rid Lord Harry began to look like a happy man, for the first time since he Iris looked at Lord Harry''s friend without attempting to conceal her


id: 49686
title: Little Prudy''s Cousin Grace
author: May, Sophie
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  "Why, Cassy Hallock," said Grace, shading her face with one hand, "Well, I''ve nothing to tell, any way, but just thoughts," said Grace, "Now," said Grace, when she saw that, as usual, Cassy expected her to "Yes, Horace Clifford," said Grace, loftily, "I do despise to see "I''d like to know," thought Grace, as she parted with Isa, and walked girls--Grace Clifford and Mahla Linck." "Miss Grace," said she, "does you write to little Prudy Grace''s eyes were fixed on the little girl with a sort of fascination. "Now, what is it, Mahla?" said the sweet voice of Grace Clifford, as The teacher hesitated, looked at timid little Lucy, and said, "Yes. But if you break your word, girls, remember, ''tis the last time you''ll "Cassy," said Grace, a little later, "what''ll we do about the R. married,--Grace, Cassy, Prudy and Horace; everybody but little Grace and Cassy looked at the face which


id: 38785
title: Secret Societies of the Middle Ages
author: Keightley, Thomas
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  to retire, Hassan placed in his hand an order on the reis Mozaffer, the order of the Templars displayed for the first time in the field their demolish his castles and come to us." Orders were sent at the same time Tyre calls a "pious and God-fearing man," was Master of the order. appear, could be at any time brought with justice against the order, Templars and the mere religious orders, who, even at the present day, we The reception of a knight took place in one of the chapels of the order, Masters of the two orders to the following effect;--The kings of Armenia knights, and the king and pope managed the property of the order in Orders having been given that all the Templars who were desirous to religio-military order of the Knights Templars hold a secret doctrine Even the powerful order of the Teutonic Knights, who were the masters of


id: 51336
title: What is POSAT?
author: Smith, Phyllis Sterling
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  The radio in her room took the place of reading matter, and she always Donald Alford, research physicist, came across the POSAT ad tucked at Three identical forms accompanied the booklet which POSAT sent in He had hoped, unreasonably, that POSAT had an answer. they have a personal interview with the Grand Chairman of POSAT. laboratory address was available, but why should POSAT take the trouble have fallen into the possession of POSAT, an Ancient Secret Society, supposed to be the office of the Grand Chairman of POSAT. POSAT is actually what our advertisements "Yes, the reactor," said Crandon. time atomic energy would have been like handing a baby a firecracker urged that the secrets be kept until the time when men could use them "Come with me," said Crandon. "This is our answer," said Crandon. "There are also the desperate people who try POSAT as a last


id: 57737
title: A Dead Reckoning
author: Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
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  "Fan, I want you; come here," said Clara to her friend. Five minutes might have passed when Gerald Brooke and the Baron Von Turning to Crofton as soon as the servant had left the room, she said: "Karovsky, you have something to tell me," said Brooke a little grimly. The light faded out of Gerald Brooke''s eyes; a death-like pallor crept Gerald Brooke, are now a living man, so surely, in a few short weeks, "Clara, tell me," said Gerald presently. Clara waited a little and then she said: "Will you not come and dress said to Mrs. Brooke, "here''s a strange young pusson come running to was a far more suitable wife for a man like George Crofton than Clara "What can have become of Gerald?" said Clara for the second time, as "My revenge is yet to come, Gerald Brooke," he said aloud as he paused


