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id: 31599
author: Aycock, Roger D.
title: To Remember Charlie By
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flesch: 89
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summary:
  Doc says that footloose migratories like him and me forget old associations as quick as kids do--and for the same good reason--so I'm not especially interested now in where Ethel and Joey Pond are or how they're doing. The business I'd gone through with Joey outside was familiar because it _had_ happened before, about six weeks back when Doc and I first parked our trailer at the Twin Palms court.


id: 21217
author: Power, Philip Bennett
title: The One Moss-Rose
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words: 9047
sentence: 310
flesch: 77
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summary:
  With all these pleasures, James Courtenay was not, however, so happy a youth as poor Jacob Dobbin. I saw a rose bush--a moss-rose--and it had one bud upon it, and sitting under the bud was little Jacob Dobbin.


id: 35966
author: Phelps, Elizabeth Stuart
title: Loveliness: A Story
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sentence: 660
flesch: 84
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summary:
  Only the angels who are admitted to the souls of children and the hearts of little dogs could have understood that interview. But after that terrible hour little Adah was as she was: frail, uncertain of step, scarred on the pearl of her neck and the rose of her cheek; not with full command of her voice; more nervously deficient than organically defective,--but a perfect being marred.


id: 33667
author: Page, Thomas Nelson
title: Two Prisoners
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words: 12215
sentence: 780
flesch: 93
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summary:
  Here, however, Mildred, the little girl that Molly saw with her doll and puppy, liked best to play. Mildred had stopped for a moment and was looking at Molly.


id: 46159
author: Dunham, Curtis
title: Two in a Zoo
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words: 17989
sentence: 1060
flesch: 85
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summary:
  CHAPTER V Said the fat white grub to the new spoon hook, With a cynical smile and a scornful look: Pray accept my very best wishes. Said Sultan: Not for this suspicious, thieving, ill-conditioned creature, but for all the loyal inhabitants of the Menial World shall the answer be given.


id: 45975
author: Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock
title: The Little Lame Prince and His Travelling Cloak
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words: 31518
sentence: 1497
flesch: 83
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  Now he began to understand why he failed, and that he always should fail--that, in fact, he was not like other little boys; and it was of no use his wishing to do as they did, and play as they played, even if he had had them to play with. I wonder why I had you at all; I wonder why I was born at all, since I was not to grow up like other little boys.


id: 11470
author: Le Feuvre, Amy
title: His Big Opportunity
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sentence: 2225
flesch: 88
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summary:
  Is little Master Roy there? Let us have your fists--now then, hear me! I, Dudley Bertram, vow and declare that Fitz Roy Bertram shall continue to be my dearest and nearest chum from this time forth, forevermore.


id: 32279
author: Rhoades, Nina
title: The Children on the Top Floor
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words: 44754
sentence: 2485
flesch: 87
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summary:
  I slipped on a piece of orange peel, explained little Betty, at once recognizing the lady and little girl she had seen at the baker's, and fell right on my bag of cream cakes. Little Jack was frightfully delicate.


id: 52782
author: Harris, Joel Chandler
title: Aaron in the Wildwoods
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words: 53870
sentence: 3123
flesch: 88
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summary:
  But, Colonel, drawled Mr. Simmons, what under the sun ever got the idee in your head that Addison Abercrombie _is_ harboring your nigger? It's as simple as a-b ab, Mr. Gossett replied with energy. In his soul he despised Mr. Gossett, whose negroes were constantly in the woods, and loved and admired Addison Abercrombie, whose negroes never ran away, and who, if every slave on his plantation were a fugitive, would never call on Mr. Simmons to catch them.


id: 4296
author: Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
title: Friarswood Post Office
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sentence: 2827
flesch: 83
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summary:
  And what's your name?' 'Alfred King, Sir,' was the answer. Where be'est going? says I. To doctor's, says he, arter some stuff for Alfred King.


id: 20071
author: Meade, L. T.
title: Sue, A Little Heroine
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sentence: 5325
flesch: 92
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summary:
  If he's the son of my old friend, more than ever is he my care now; and you this evening, little Connie, shall tell me your story. Purty little Connie?


id: 20052
author: Yechton, Barbara
title: We Ten Or, The Story of the Roses
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sentence: 3980
flesch: 86
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summary:
  for she certainly didn't treat me as she did Nora, and there are only fourteen months between us, if Nora _is_ so tall, and acts so grown up. Oh, Nannie, I said, I do wish Fee _could_ go to college!


