id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentence	flesch	summary	cache	txt
26623	Sue, Eugène	The Brass Bell; or, The Chariot of Death			.txt	text/plain	36550	2008	81	And yet I did not kill that same Caesar, who has reduced our people to slavery and is now about to divide among his soldiers the lands of our fathers, I did not kill him when I was making off with him on my horse! You, my fine Bull, you took great Caesar prisoner? asked the horse-dealer mockingly. When my senses returned, I found myself lying on straw, along with a great number of other men, in a vast shed.	cache/26623.txt	txt/26623.txt
