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id: 46839
author: Heath, Sidney
title: The Heart of Wessex
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  Thus it is that the novelist's architectonic settings, and his literal descriptions of natural scenery, make identification a simple task, and lend interest to numerous old houses and cottages, just as they have immortalized a thousand scenes of their author's native land. It is one of hundreds of old manor houses in Dorset, and elsewhere, that have become degraded in the social scale to the status of a farmhouse.


id: 2662
author: Hardy, Thomas
title: Under the Greenwood Tree; Or, The Mellstock Quire A Rural Painting of the Dutch School
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words: 59888
sentence: 2763
flesch: 80
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  Is that thee, young Dick Dewy? came from the darkness. Then why not stop for fellow-craters--going to thy own father's house too, as we be, and knowen us so well? Dick Dewy faced about and continued his tune in an under-whistle, implying that the business of his mouth could not be checked at a moment's notice by the placid emotion of friendship.


id: 3049
author: Hardy, Thomas
title: A Group of Noble Dames
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words: 70448
sentence: 3149
flesch: 76
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  Thither also came the fair Contessa, whom, as soon as Philippa saw how much she was sought after by younger men, she could not conscientiously suspect of renewed designs upon Sir Ashley. * * * A few members, including the Bookworm, seemed to be impressed by the quiet gentleman's tale; but the member we have called the Spark--who, by the way, was getting somewhat tinged with the light of other days, and owned to eight-and-thirty--walked daintily about the room instead of sitting down by the fire with the majority and said that for his part he preferred something more lively than the last story--something in which such long-separated lovers were ultimately united.


id: 3047
author: Hardy, Thomas
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words: 79828
sentence: 3860
flesch: 80
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title:
  Life's Little Ironies A set of tales with some colloquial sketches entitled A Few Crusted Characters

summary:
  No doubt we might get to love each other as warmly as we did in old times?' The only exhibition that ever made, or ever will make, any impression upon my imagination was the first of the series, the parent of them all, and now a thing of old times--the Great Exhibition of 1851, in Hyde Park, London.


id: 3056
author: Hardy, Thomas
title: Wessex Tales
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words: 82897
sentence: 4398
flesch: 82
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  'Said so--when? 'You see, he's a different sort of young man from most--dreamy, solitary, rather melancholy--and he cares more to be here when the south-westerly gales are beating against the door, and the sea washes over the Parade, and there's not a soul in the place, than he does now in the season.


id: 3058
author: Hardy, Thomas
title: A Changed Man, and Other Tales
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sentence: 4910
flesch: 82
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  I be an old man, and there's old men that deserve well of the world; but no I--must rest how I can!' To promote that there were other men she might have married offhand without loving them if they had asked her to; but though she had known the worthy speaker from her youth, she could not for the moment fancy herself happy as Mrs. Miller.


id: 3146
author: Hardy, Thomas
title: Two on a Tower
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words: 95970
sentence: 5205
flesch: 78
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summary:
  In marrying Swithin Lady Constantine had played her card,--recklessly, impulsively, ruinously, perhaps; but she had played it; it could not be withdrawn; and she took this morning's luncheon as an episode that could result in nothing to her beyond the day's entertainment. II Swithin St. Cleeve lingered on at his post, until the more sanguine birds of the plantation, already recovering from their midwinter anxieties, piped a short evening hymn to the vanishing sun.


id: 2864
author: Hardy, Thomas
title: The Trumpet-Major
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sentence: 6468
flesch: 84
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summary:
  Another person besides John saw Bob go. Bob kissed Anne, and there was no affectation in her receiving that mark of affection as she said through her tears, 'God bless you!'


id: 17500
author: Hardy, Thomas
title: The Return of the Native
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sentence: 8179
flesch: 83
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summary:
  The fates have not been kind to you, Eustacia Yeobright. Next day she went her ways as usual, and continued her custom of walking in the heath with no other companion than little Eustacia, now of the age when it is a matter of doubt with such characters whether they are intended to walk through the world on their hands or on their feet; so that they get into painful complications by trying both.


id: 27
author: Hardy, Thomas
title: Far from the Madding Crowd
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words: 140304
sentence: 7787
flesch: 83
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summary:
  Ah! Said that, did he? Yes; and he said there was a strong likeness be- tween himself and the other young man, so that some- times people mistook them -- -- Liddy, for Heaven's sake stop your talking! said Bathsheba, with the nervous petulance that comes from worrying perceptions. They were all carefully packed in paper, and each package was labelled Bathsheba Boldwood.


id: 3469
author: Hardy, Thomas
title: The Hand of Ethelberta: A Comedy in Chapters
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flesch: 80
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  'I suppose,' continued Ethelberta, in the quiet way of one who had only a headache the matter with her, 'that he remembered you after the meeting at Anglebury?' 'Yes, he remembered me.' 'Did you tell me you had seen him before that time? 'Only one man,' murmured Ethelberta, in much lower tones.


