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id: 2042
title: Something New
author: Wodehouse, P. G. (Pelham Grenville)
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  "I suppose you think I''m mad?" said Ashe. R. Jones, like Lord Emsworth, was delighted that Freddie was "My dear Mr. Peters," said Lord Emsworth sunnily, advancing into was Aline Peters; the young man''s name was George Emerson. "The girl I am going to marry," said George Emerson, "is Aline In the morning following Aline''s visit to Joan Valentine, Ashe Mr. Peters seems likely to be a rather trying man to work for." Ashe began to feel like a man trying to put out a fire which, as "I say, old man, would you mind telling me how I get to Mr. Peters'' room? "You lose your way in a place like this," said Ashe. "Don''t talk like that," said Ashe. "I''ve come to read to you," said Ashe. which Ashe, coming downstairs from Mr. Peters'' room, and George "Are you looking for Mr. Beach, sir?" said Ashe.


id: 2233
title: A Damsel in Distress
author: Wodehouse, P. G. (Pelham Grenville)
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  "I say, mater, dear old soul," said Reggie hastily, "I think you''d "A young lady just got into your cab," said the stout young man. "Exactly what I want to know," said George. "I know I can''t," said George, "but I shall. "The man who knocked your hat off, Percy," said Maud, "was "To my mind," said Lord Marshmoreton, coming to the surface once "Deuced hard things to remember, names," said Lord Marshmoreton. "Good morning," said George. "I think," said Plummer gloomily, and the words smote on George''s "I am so sorry to trouble you," said Maud, rocking the young man in "Good Lord, no!" said George, shocked. Maud''s reply was the last which George or any man would have "Old man," said Reggie, "be a good fellow and slide over to their "I liked her," said George. "If you are thinking of me," said George, "please don''t.


id: 5720
title: A Shropshire Lad
author: Housman, A. E. (Alfred Edward)
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  Leave your home behind, lad, While Ludlow tower shall stand. Till Ludlow tower shall fall. Up, lad, up, ''tis late for lying: Some lads there are, ''tis shame to say, When the lad for longing sighs, The dead man stood on air. A better lad, if things went right, A Grecian lad, as I hear tell, A silly lad that longs and looks The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, The lads play heart and soul; Lovely lads and dead and rotten; Oh lads, at home I heard you plain, " ''Tis long till eve and morn are gone: Oh lad, you died as fits a man. The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Courage, lad, ''tis not for long: Far from his folk a dead lad lies The lads I used to love. We poor lads, ''tis our turn now


id: 40355
title: Nooks and Corners of Shropshire
author: Timmins, H. Thornhill (Henry Thornhill)
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  Butcher Row, a quaint, old-time byway, whose ancient timbered houses This fine old structure probably dates from about John Leland''s time, derelict carts, we turn through the old lich-gate and take a peep at St. Andrew''s church, a poorly-restored edifice with a carved oak Jacobean Close beside the highway rises the old grey tower of its parish church, Presently the old grey-green walls and mossy roofs of castle and church old tiled roofs of the town, dominated by the stately tower of St. Lawrence''s church, while the bold outline of Titterstone Clee Hill rises Some good old glass in the east window of the adjacent chapel of St. John records the so-called Legend of the King. Beyond the bridge rise the church, the ancient manor-house and timbered we make our way to the church, whose grey old stunted tower rises above Presently a little grey church and an old ruddy manor-house are seen,


id: 46676
title: Spring in a Shropshire Abbey
author: Gaskell, Catherine Henrietta Milnes, Lady
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  "Mama," she said in her clear bird-like voice, "I worry a little my Bess, chattering below with our old gardener Burbidge. "The snow be like lead to my balls," said the old man, come to no harm under old Burbidge''s care, I said to myself. spoke, the old church clock struck seven, and Bess put away her work "Yes," answered Bess, "for when I saw Hals I said, ''Nothing but old, I thought of little Bess, the happy owner of her dog, and I said, at Bess had often heard the story from me of the poor old man who, after "''Tis a pity," said Burbidge, looking after his old wife, "as good "There''s some as like it one way and some another," said old Timothy, A little later I walked into the garden to look at my great bed thought of the lovely little old manor-house gardens that I had seen.


