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id: 11151
author: Ellis, Edward Sylvester
title: The Lost Trail
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words: 36587
sentence: 1781
flesch: 79
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summary:
  The darlint; if she's gone to heaven, then Teddy McFadden don't care how soon somebody else wears out his breeches--that is, on the presumption that St. Peter will say, 'Teddy, me lad, ye can inter an' make yerself at home, to be sure!' And so, Teddy, ye're sayin' it war a white man that took away the missionary's wife.


id: 40202
author: Sharber, Kate Trimble
title: The Annals of Ann
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words: 51202
sentence: 2228
flesch: 83
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  Some days he sells as much as five hundred dollars worth of cake to _one_ man, though I don't see what keeps him from _dying_ that bought them of stomach ache, for I've had it myself since he's been here considerable. I say little thing, but it seemed a monstrous big thing to me at the time.


id: 47385
author: Reed, Myrtle
title: The White Shield
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words: 58427
sentence: 3609
flesch: 87
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  You are the dearest little woman I ever saw. It was a long day, for he did not feel like work, so he tramped through the fields, sat on the sea shore, read a little, envied the consolation other men seemed to find in smoking, and was conscious of a new interest in life, when, just at dusk, Miss Wheeler rode up and dismounted at the gate.


id: 20247
author: Garland, Hamlin
title: Wayside Courtships
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words: 71361
sentence: 5344
flesch: 90
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summary:
  It is so seldom young men play. Say! called Herman suddenly, as they were about to go to sleep, you ain't got no picnic, old man.


id: 15473
author: Rinehart, Mary Roberts
title: Love Stories
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words: 75058
sentence: 5275
flesch: 90
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summary:
  But, as it happened, it _was_ Jane Brown. At the end of two hours of babbling, a businesslike person in a cap--the Probationer wears no cap--relieved Jane Brown, and spilled some beef tea down his neck.


