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id: 21105
author: Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
title: Teddy The Story of a Little Pickle
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words: 36549
sentence: 1110
flesch: 66
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  You gie him to me! Impressed with his words, and knowing besides now from long acquaintance that Jupp was what she called a knowledgeable man, Mary accordingly surrendered the apparently lifeless body of little Teddy; whereupon the porter incontinently began to strip off all the boy's clothing, which of course was wringing wet like his own. Swimming on his side, however, and striking out grandly, Jupp succeeded at length in vanquishing the current, or rather made it serve his purpose; and, presently, grasping hold of the branch of an alder that hung over the river at the point of the bend, he drew himself up on the bank with one hand, holding poor Teddy still with the other, to find himself at the same moment confronted by Nurse Mary, with Cissy and Liz, who had all hurried down the slope to the scene of the disaster.


id: 40735
author: Gilson, Roy Rolfe
title: Miss Primrose: A Novel
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words: 52972
sentence: 3093
flesch: 86
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summary:
  And it is due partly to the fact that Letitia Primrose, listening, heard no hollering across lots, that I am able here to record the very day and hour when I first met her; partly that, and partly because Letitia has a better memory than Jonathan Weatherby's little boy, for I do not remember the thing at all and must take her word for it. It may have been that I had no pocket-money, or that Santa Claus was short that year in his stock of wind-instruments, or that Jonathan Weatherby had no ear for melody about the house, but it is far more likely that Letitia Primrose never again offended, to my knowledge, in the matter of pudgy little vulgar boys.


id: 34541
author: Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
title: John Marchmont's Legacy, Volume 3 (of 3)
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words: 64629
sentence: 2939
flesch: 78
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  Mr. Paul Marchmont thanked Providence as devoutly as if he had been the most patient attendant upon the Divine pleasure, and had never for one moment dreamed of intruding his own impious handiwork amid the mysterious designs of Omnipotence. Mr. Paul Marchmont, who was a thorough-bred Cockney, troubled himself very little about the hunt as he basked in that morning light.


id: 34540
author: Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
title: John Marchmont's Legacy, Volume 2 (of 3)
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words: 65965
sentence: 3021
flesch: 77
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summary:
  Did you ever notice a peculiar property in stationery, Polly? Mrs. Edward Arundel only opened her brown eyes to their widest extent, and stared at her husband. It will never do for the mistress of Marchmont Towers to be wandering about the world with Mr. Edward Arundel.


id: 34539
author: Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
title: John Marchmont's Legacy, Volume 1 (of 3)
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words: 67688
sentence: 2832
flesch: 74
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summary:
  You don't think I'm such a snob as to admire a lady--he spoke thus of Miss Mary Marchmont, yet midway between her eighth and ninth birthday--the less because she isn't rich? A brown teapot full of strong tea, a plate of French rolls, a pat of fresh butter, and a broiled haddock, do not compose a very epicurean repast; but Mary Marchmont looked at the humble breakfast as a prospective success.


id: 11876
author: Sinclair, May
title: The Three Sisters
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words: 100564
sentence: 9008
flesch: 95
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summary:
  Gwenda was still in the room, tidying it, when Mary brought Rowcliffe there. It was as if the furniture assured her that she would not really _see_ Rowcliffe; as for knowing him, she needn't worry.


id: 9471
author: MacDonald, George
title: The Vicar's Daughter
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words: 134853
sentence: 6682
flesch: 82
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summary:
  When are you most ready to hear about good things? Well, if you told the story rightly, other people would see such things behind it too.


id: 43168
author: Molesworth, Mrs.
title: Hathercourt
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words: 128827
sentence: 7116
flesch: 84
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summary:
  Miss Western--Miss Mary Western, I mean, she explained, in reply to Mrs Wills's mute look of bewildered inquiry. A _very_ long long ago that time used to seem to Mary Western when, in the intervals of her attention to the service, she sometimes dreamed of those far-away days.


id: 40631
author: Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
title: In the Roar of the Sea
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words: 145918
sentence: 9136
flesch: 86
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summary:
  Miss Judith Trevisa. Then Mr. Vokins coughed into his thin white hand, and said, We are come, naturally--and I am sure you wish what Miss Trevisa wishes--to just look at your brother, and give our opinion on his health. And yet, pleaded Menaida, senior, I don't know--I don't like--you see---- You are moved by a little sentiment for Miss Judith Trevisa, or--I beg her pardon--Mrs. Cruel Coppinger.


id: 2084
author: Butler, Samuel
title: The Way of All Flesh
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words: 164648
sentence: 5566
flesch: 71
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  Ernest used to go down to Battersby and stay with his father for a few days twice a year until Theobald's death, and the pair continued on excellent terms, in spite of what the neighbouring clergy call the atrocious books which Mr Ernest Pontifex has written. So seeing I could do nothing with her and that she was just a-killing of me, I left her, and came up to London, and went into service again, and I did not know what had become of her till you and Mr Ernest here told me.


