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id: 1063
author: Poe, Edgar Allan
title: The Cask of Amontillado
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  I said to him--My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.


id: 1062
author: Poe, Edgar Allan
title: First Project Gutenberg Collection of Edgar Allan Poe
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words: 6077
sentence: 366
flesch: 82
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  There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. Till I scarcely more than muttered: Other friends have flown before-- On the morrow _he_ will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.


id: 3715
author: Bierce, Ambrose
title: The Parenticide Club
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words: 7689
sentence: 295
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  For another instant they glared at each other in the most unamiable way; then my poor, wounded father, feeling the hand of death upon him, leaped forward, unmindful of resistance, grasped my dear mother in his arms, dragged her to the side of the boiling cauldron, collected all his failing energies, and sprang in with her! I was born of honest parents in one of the humbler walks of life, my father being a manufacturer of dog-oil and my mother having a small studio in the shadow of the village church, where she disposed of unwelcome babes.


id: 31469
author: Lovecraft, H. P. (Howard Phillips)
title: The Shunned House
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  He lived with one man-servant in a Georgian homestead with knocker and iron-railed steps, balanced eerily on the steep ascent of North Court Street beside the ancient brick court and colony house where his grandfather--a cousin of that celebrated privateersman, Captain Whipple, who burnt His Majesty's armed schooner _Gaspee_ in 1772--had voted in the legislature on May 4, 1776, for the independence of the Rhode Island Colony. Neighboring houses, it must be added, seemed entirely free from the noxious quality.


id: 8492
author: Chambers, Robert W. (Robert William)
title: The King in Yellow
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  Priests in black, with silver-buckled shoes; line soldiers, slouchy and rakish; neat girls without hats bearing milliners' boxes, students with black portfolios and high hats, students with bérets and big canes, nervous, quick-stepping officers, symphonies in turquoise and silver; ponderous jangling cavalrymen all over dust, pastry cooks' boys skipping along with utter disregard for the safety of the basket balanced on the impish head, and then the lean outcast, the shambling Paris tramp, slouching with shoulders bent and little eye furtively scanning the ground for smokers' refuse;--all these moved in a steady stream across the fountain circle and out into the city by the Odeon, whose long arcades were now beginning to flicker with gas-jets. that song in her heart which drowned all else, which trembled on her lips, struggling for utterance, which rippled forth in a laugh at nothing,--at a strutting pigeon,--and Mr. Clifford.


id: 13334
author: Bierce, Ambrose
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title:
  The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce — Volume 2: In the Midst of Life: Tales of Soldiers and Civilians

summary:
  Both he and his wife were highly cultivated persons, and their house was frequented by a small set of such men and women as persons of their tastes would think worth knowing. And back at the little plantation, where white men and black were hastily searching the fields and hedges in alarm, a mother's heart was breaking for her missing child.


