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id: 22844
author: Mitford, Mary Russell
title: Miss Philly Firkin, The China-Woman
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flesch: 54
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  To be sure, her closest intimates, those very dear friends, who as our confidence gives them the opportunity, are so obliging as to watch our weaknesses and report our foibles,--certain of these bosom companions had been heard to hint, that Miss Philly, who had refused two or three good matches in her bloom, repented her of this cruelty, and would probably be found less obdurate now that suitors had ceased to offer. At last, however, came a real and substantial grievance, an actionable trespass; and although Miss Philly was a considerable loser by the mischance, and a lawsuit is always rather a questionable remedy for pecuniary damage, yet such was the keenness of her hatred towards poor Jem, that I am quite convinced that in her inmost heart (although being an excellent person in her way, it is doubtful whether she told herself the whole truth in the matter) she rejoiced at a loss which would enable her to take such signal vengeance over her next-door enemy.


id: 12677
author: Ferber, Edna
title: Personality Plus: Some Experiences of Emma McChesney and Her Son, Jock
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words: 26835
sentence: 2080
flesch: 90
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  It was about the time that Jock McChesney had got over the novelty of paying for his own clothes, and had begun to talk business in a slightly patronizing way to his clever and secretly amused mother, Mrs. Emma McChesney, secretary of the T.A. Buck Featherloom Petticoat Company, that Sam Hupp noticed a rather cocky over-assurance in Jock's attitude toward the world in general. Say, are you related to Mrs. Emma McChesney, of the Featherloom Skirt Company? Slightly.


id: 42015
author: Wheeler, Ruthe S.
title: Helen in the Editor's Chair
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words: 46856
sentence: 3006
flesch: 87
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summary:
  Who's calling? Mustering up her courage, Helen replied, this is Helen Blair, editor of the _Rolfe Herald_. Involuntarily Helen reached out to clasp Margaret's hand and when she failed to find it, turned to the spot where Margaret had been sitting beside her a few minutes before.


id: 453
author: Ferber, Edna
title: Emma McChesney and Co.
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words: 43998
sentence: 3213
flesch: 88
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summary:
  When she left, little Emma McChesney was sleeping, by a curious coincidence, as she had been when Emma arrived, so that she could not have the satisfaction of a last pressure of the lips against the rose-petal cheek. Whatever Emma McChesney Buck did, she did well.


id: 38029
author: Jackson, Gabrielle E. (Gabrielle Emilie)
title: Three Little Women: A Story for Girls
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words: 52327
sentence: 3066
flesch: 87
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  I want to go out; I want to go out; I want to go out, _out_, OUT! cried little Jean Carruth, pressing her face against the window-pane until from the outside her nose appeared like a bit of white paper stuck fast to the glass. I'm just a little over ten, answered Jean, looking up and answering his smile with one equally frank and trustful, for little Jean Carruth did not understand the meaning of embarrassment.


id: 40179
author: Speed, Nell
title: The Carter Girls' Week-End Camp
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words: 55558
sentence: 3329
flesch: 89
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summary:
  Miss Helen Carter from Dr. George Wright RICHMOND, VA., SEPTEMBER .., 19.. CHAPTER II THE RETURN Oh, Douglas, I'm all of a tremble! declared Helen Carter, as she knotted her jaunty scarlet tie and settled her gray felt hat at exactly the proper angle.


id: 11660
author: Smith, Mabell S. C. (Mabell Shippie Clarke)
title: Ethel Morton's Enterprise
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words: 58819
sentence: 3097
flesch: 84
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summary:
  Tell us, begged Ethel Blue, who was expending special care on digging up this contribution to the garden as if to make amends for the unkindness of the scientific world, and Ethel Brown repeated the poem beginning When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last year's leaves below. murmured Ethel Brown to Ethel Blue.


id: 3016
author: Gilman, Charlotte Perkins
title: What Diantha Did
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words: 58634
sentence: 3847
flesch: 86
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  ***** “Wasn't it great!” said Mrs. Weatherstone; “I was there you see,--I'd come to call on Mrs. Bell--she's a dear,--and in came Mrs. Thaddler--” “Mrs. Thaddler?” Mrs. Bell would agree to this, and quite swelled with happiness and pride; but Mrs. Weatherstone, watching narrowly, was not satisfied.


id: 13034
author: Weston, George
title: Mary Minds Her Business
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sentence: 3657
flesch: 86
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  Might I ask, Miss Mary, of what nature is the subject? And seeing that she hesitated he added, first looking cautiously over his shoulder, Is it anything, for instance, to do wi' Mr. Woodward? Your grandfather's idea, Miss Mary.


id: 39515
author: Maxwell, W. B. (William Babington)
title: Mrs. Thompson: A Novel
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words: 105777
sentence: 6972
flesch: 85
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summary:
  They stopped at an inn, thirty miles from Mallingbridge, and drank tea--that is to say, Mrs. Marsden drank tea and Mr. Marsden drank something else, for the good of the house. Mrs. Thompson walked away, thinking about Mr. Marsden.


id: 43703
author: Chambers, Robert W. (Robert William)
title: The Business of Life
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flesch: 85
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summary:
  Can you not imagine a more desirable marriage for a girl? Don't you _like_ Desboro? he demanded. Good-bye, Mr. Desboro.


