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id: 31287
author: Coppel, Alfred
title: Turnover Point
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words: 2131
sentence: 245
flesch: 98
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summary:
  It had taken Kane time to understand what had happened to him, and now it was too late. But, of course, you know all about that, Mr. Kane.


id: 31286
author: Del Rey, Lester
title: Let 'Em Breathe Space!
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words: 18278
sentence: 1570
flesch: 93
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summary:
  The cook was mad at us for griping about his coffee, so our group of scientists on this cockeyed Saturn Expedition were getting whole wheat flour as punishment, while Captain Muller probably sat in his cabin chuckling about it. I pulled myself off the floor and out from under Bullard to see the stout, oldish figure of Captain Muller standing in the doorway, with Engineer Wilcox slouched easily beside him, looking like the typical natty space officer you see on television.


id: 16457
author: Verne, Jules
title: All Around the Moon
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words: 100199
sentence: 4975
flesch: 71
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summary:
  Terra Mater_ herself, friend Ardan. Dear boys! interposed Ardan-- --The _eccentricity_ is _equal_ to _unity_!


id: 12901
author: Verne, Jules
title: The Moon-Voyage
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sentence: 5830
flesch: 72
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summary:
  These audacious travellers, Michel Ardan, President Barbicane, and Captain Nicholl were to accomplish their journey in ninety-seven hours thirteen minutes and twenty seconds; consequently they could not reach the lunar disc until the 5th of December, at midnight, at the precise moment that the moon would be full, and not on the 4th, as some wrongly-informed newspapers had given out. It seems to me that I see our brave countrymen encamped at the bottom of a valley, on the borders of a Selenite stream, near the projectile, half buried by its fall, amidst volcanic remains, Captain Nicholl beginning his levelling operations, President Barbicane putting his travelling notes in order, Michel Ardan performing the lunar solitudes with his Londrès cigar-- Oh, it must be so; it is so!


