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id: 22842
author: Mitford, Mary Russell
title: The Widow's Dog
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words: 4921
sentence: 131
flesch: 60
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summary:
  She divided her own supper with poor Chloe, hungry after her long journey; rolled with her upon the Turkey carpet, and at last fell asleep with her arms clasped round her new pet's neck, and her bright face, coloured like lilies and roses, flung across her body; Chloe enduring these caresses with a careful, quiet gentleness, which immediately won for her the hearts of the lovely mother, of the fond father, (for to an accomplished and right-minded man, in delicate health, what a treasure is a little prattling girl, his only one!) of two grandmothers, of three or four young aunts, and of the whole tribe of nursery attendants. And so, sir, continued Mrs. King, who had been telling her little story to my father, whilst I had been admiring her pet, this Mr. Poulton, the tax-gatherer, because I refused to give him our Chloe, whom my boy is so fond of that he shares his meals with her, poor fellow, has laid an information against us for keeping a sporting dog--I don't know what the proper word is--and has had us surcharged; and the first that ever I have heard of it is by this letter, from which I find that I must pay I don't know how much money by Saturday next, or else my goods will be seized and sold.


id: 40729
author: Dickens, Charles
extension: .txt
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words: 14802
sentence: 2200
flesch: 99
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title:
  "Old Scrooge": A Christmas Carol in Five Staves. Dramatized from Charles Dickens' Celebrated Christmas Story.

summary:
  Uncle Scrooge, uncle Scrooge! (_Scrooge seems to make efforts to reply to the toast, while spirit drags him away._) CURTAIN. My wife, your niece--Yes, you may. (_Scrooge kisses her._)


id: 4377
author: Rice, Alice Caldwell Hegan
title: Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch
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words: 20886
sentence: 1261
flesch: 89
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summary:
  Scarcely a week passed that he did not agitate the question, and, as Mrs. Wiggs often said, When Billy Wiggs done set his head to a thing, he's as good as got it! Mrs. Wiggs made the statement as cheerfully as if her elbows were not sticking out through the boy's coat that she wore, or her teeth chattering in her head like a pair of castanets.


id: 447
author: Crane, Stephen
title: Maggie: A Girl of the Streets
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words: 23476
sentence: 1849
flesch: 88
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summary:
  Do dose little men talk? asked Maggie. Men with calloused hands and attired in garments that showed the wear of an endless trudge for a living, smoked their pipes contentedly and spent five, ten, or perhaps fifteen cents for beer.


id: 18681
author: Means, Florence Crannell
title: Across the Fruited Plain
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words: 23408
sentence: 1609
flesch: 93
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summary:
  Grandpa pottered with a loose door-latch until Grandma wrung the suds from her hands and cried fiercely, What's the use doing such things, Grampa? Poor Grandma!


id: 19337
author: Dickens, Charles
title: A Christmas Carol
extension: .txt
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words: 29992
sentence: 1769
flesch: 87
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summary:
  Once upon a time--of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve--old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house. Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Scrooge, or Mr. Marley? Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years, Scrooge replied.


id: 35359
author: Trotter, Melvin E. (Melvin Earnest)
title: Jimmie Moore of Bucktown
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mime: text/plain
words: 34067
sentence: 2043
flesch: 92
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summary:
  He don't talk about nuthin' else and he wants yer ter come an' see him. Der first thing I want yer ter do is ter go ter der Mission wid me ter-night.


id: 33754
author: Oxley, J. Macdonald (James Macdonald)
title: Terry's Trials and Triumphs
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words: 37903
sentence: 1700
flesch: 76
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summary:
  Poor little Terry! Now that there was double cause for such a feeling, he let it have full play, and if poor Terry had done him some mortal injury he could not have shown a more vicious spirit towards him.


id: 20201
author: Tynan, Katharine
title: Mary Gray
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words: 77180
sentence: 5384
flesch: 89
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summary:
  What could a man wish for sweeter and prettier beside his hearth than little Nelly? Noel! LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS The men would salute their old General, the General salute his old regiment Sir Robin Drummond had come to Mary's side, and turned the page of her music 'Do you know what I came here in the mind to ask you?' 'Miss Nelly is in the drawing-room, sir' MARY GRAY CHAPTER I WISTARIA TERRACE The house where Mary Gray was born and grew towards womanhood was one of a squat line of mean little houses that hid themselves behind a great church.


id: 6334
author: Newberry, Fannie E. (Fannie Ellsworth)
title: Sara, a Princess: The Story of a Noble Girl
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words: 72381
sentence: 3471
flesch: 83
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summary:
  Who would ever have thought that Sara, little Princess Sara, would stoop to quote, and run around with, some fool of a singing student, an ill-natured one at that! I shall never again quite dare to think of Miss Sara as a little girl; she has crossed the brook, she has entered into woman's kingdom, and all because of a long white gown!


id: 2153
author: Gaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn
title: Mary Barton
extension: .txt
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words: 166515
sentence: 8247
flesch: 84
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summary:
  Margaret had still, you see, little or no belief in Jem's innocence; and besides, she thought if Mary saw Will, and heard herself from him that Jem had not been with him that Thursday night, it would in a measure break the force of the blow which was impending. For Job was muttering away in high dudgeon, and even Margaret's tone was altered as she wished Mary good night.


