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id: 22846
author: Mitford, Mary Russell
title: The Ground-Ash
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sentence: 120
flesch: 58
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summary:
  Where have I been? replied he; giving little Harry the ground-ashes, to be sure: I felt just as if I had stolen them. Harry had been promoted to a cap, which added the grace of a flourish to his bow; Bessy had added the luxury of a pinafore to her nondescript garments; and both pairs of little feet were advanced to the certain dignity, although somewhat equivocal comfort, of shoes and stockings.


id: 7154
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 1.
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words: 5246
sentence: 275
flesch: 84
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summary:
  Poor little Tom in his rags approached and was moving slowly and timidly past the sentinels with a beating heart and a rising hope when all at once he caught sight through the golden bars of a spectacle that almost made him shout for joy. Tom's remarks and Tom's performances were reported by the boys to their elders; and these also presently began to discuss Tom Canty and to regard him as a most gifted and extraordinary creature.


id: 7155
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 2.
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words: 6230
sentence: 293
flesch: 82
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summary:
  See, the prince comes! Poor Tom came slowly walking past the low-bowing groups, trying to bow in return, and meekly gazing upon his strange surroundings with bewildered and pathetic eyes. Poor Tom was listening, as well as his dazed faculties would let him, to the beginning of this speech; but when the words 'me, the good King' fell upon his ear, his face blanched, and he dropped as instantly upon his knees as if a shot had brought him there.


id: 7156
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 3.
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words: 6371
sentence: 309
flesch: 81
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summary:
  High aloft on the palace walls a long line of red tongues of flame leapt forth with a thunder-crash; the massed world on the river burst into a mighty roar of welcome; and Tom Canty, the cause and hero of it all, stepped into view and slightly bowed his princely head. O Tom Canty, born in a hovel, bred in the gutters of London, familiar with rags and dirt and misery, what a spectacle is this!


id: 7160
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 7.
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words: 7905
sentence: 365
flesch: 81
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summary:
  At the end of fifteen minutes, Hugo, all battered, bruised, and the target for a pitiless bombardment of ridicule, slunk from the field; and the unscathed hero of the fight was seized and borne aloft upon the shoulders of the joyous rabble to the place of honour beside the Ruffler, where with vast ceremony he was crowned King of the Game-Cocks; his meaner title being at the same time solemnly cancelled and annulled, and a decree of banishment from the gang pronounced against any who should thenceforth utter it. Hugo's eyes sparkled with sinful pleasure as he said to himself, Breath o' my life, an' I can but put THAT upon him, 'tis good-den and God keep thee, King of the Game-Cocks!


id: 7159
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 6.
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words: 8596
sentence: 416
flesch: 82
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summary:
  Afterwards she kept him carding wool until he began to think he had laid the good King Alfred about far enough in the shade for the present in the matter of showy menial heroisms that would read picturesquely in story-books and histories, and so he was half-minded to resign. Now he started quickly up, and entered his guest's room, and said-- Thou art King?


id: 7161
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 8.
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words: 8392
sentence: 348
flesch: 76
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summary:
  Whilst the true King wandered about the land poorly clad, poorly fed, cuffed and derided by tramps one while, herding with thieves and murderers in a jail another, and called idiot and impostor by all impartially, the mock King Tom Canty enjoyed quite a different experience. So evanescent and unstable are men's works in this world!--the late good King is but three weeks dead and three days in his grave, and already the adornments which he took such pains to select from prominent people for his noble bridge are falling.


id: 7158
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 5.
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words: 8198
sentence: 353
flesch: 78
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summary:
  Tom as King. The next day the foreign ambassadors came, with their gorgeous trains; and Tom, throned in awful state, received them.


id: 23195
author: Vaders, Henrietta
title: Wikkey A Scrap
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words: 10678
sentence: 410
flesch: 78
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summary:
  There was a touch of injured innocence in the tone; it was simply the statement of a fact which might easily have been otherwise, and the entire matter-of-factness of the assertion inspired Lawrence with a good deal of confidence, together with the cough which returned on the slightest movement, and would effectually prevent a noiseless evasion on the part of poor Wikkey. It was a winter's morning in 1869, bright as it is possible for such a morning to be in London, but piercingly cold, and Wikkey had brushed and re-brushed the pathway--which scarcely needed it, the east wind having already done half the work--just to put some feeling of warmth into his thin frame before seating himself in his usual place beneath the lamp-post.


id: 7157
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 4.
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words: 9298
sentence: 368
flesch: 77
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summary:
  Said he-- Bless us, what is it? Prithee pour the water, and make not so many words! Hendon, suppressing a horse-laugh, and saying to himself, By all the saints, but this is admirable! stepped briskly forward and did the small insolent's bidding; then stood by, in a sort of stupefaction, until the command, Come--the towel! Petitions were read, and proclamations, patents, and all manner of wordy, repetitious, and wearisome papers relating to the public business; and at last Tom sighed pathetically and murmured to himself, In what have I offended, that the good God should take me away from the fields and the free air and the sunshine, to shut me up here and make me a king and afflict me so?


id: 7162
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 9.
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words: 10011
sentence: 413
flesch: 75
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summary:
  While all minds were struggling to right themselves, the boy still moved steadily forward, with high port and confident mien; he had never halted from the beginning; and while the tangled minds still floundered helplessly, he stepped upon the platform, and the mock-King ran with a glad face to meet him; and fell on his knees before him and said-- Oh, my lord the King, let poor Tom Canty be first to swear fealty to thee, and say, 'Put on thy crown and enter into thine own again!' The tide was turning very fast now, very fast indeed--but in the wrong direction; it was leaving poor Tom Canty stranded on the throne, and sweeping the other out to sea.


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: 37715
author: Shaw, Catharine
title: Mother-Meg; or, The Story of Dickie's Attic
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words: 52327
sentence: 3264
flesch: 91
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summary:
  Jesus, then? asked poor little Cherry. She silently held out her arms for little Dickie, and without vouchsafing more than one dark look at the woman's face, and then another hopeless one at her little brother's, she slowly ascended again, step by step, till weary and panting she laid him down on an old mattress in the corner of the crowded room where she lived.


id: 5348
author: Alger, Horatio, Jr.
title: Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks
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words: 50044
sentence: 3403
flesch: 89
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summary:
  Ragged Dick opened his eyes slowly, and stared stupidly in the face of the speaker, but did not offer to get up. I guess he wouldn't want to stay long if he did get in, thought Ragged Dick, hitching up his pants.


id: 19057
author: Abbott, Jane
title: Red-Robin
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words: 76761
sentence: 4977
flesch: 89
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summary:
  Don't you know what your mother is? Little Robin met his astonishment with a ripple of laughter. Little Robin with the sky-blue eyes was quite forgotten! CHAPTER III THE HOUSE OF FORSYTH


id: 20071
author: Meade, L. T.
title: Sue, A Little Heroine
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words: 76570
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?


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