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91 | The-One.txt | 26 | dead in their home, and it made international news. But his coworkers hardly look or speak to him at all, if they can avoid it. It is way worse than when news went around the department about him and Rachel. He doubts things will ever be the same. Even with Jonah, who’s already re-engrossed in his computer screen. Seei... | 0 |
83 | Romantic-Comedy.txt | 62 | said. Nodding toward the writer next to me, he said, “Patrick?” As Patrick started with an idea about Trump melting down his gold toilet to make teeth fillings, I watched Noah Brewster’s cheesily handsome surfer face watching Patrick, and I continued to watch Noah’s face, off and on, for almost three hours because that... | 0 |
56 | Christina Lauren - The True Love Experiment.txt | 81 | In this case, studying what other things that audience does in their free time.” She stifles a smirk and I lean back in my chair, inhaling deeply, getting my bearings. “Ask what you really want to ask me, Fizzy.” “I don’t want to sign up to do this if your only research here is reading Nielsen reports. The documentarie... | 0 |
64 | Happy Place.txt | 89 | for his hot friends.” Wyn kisses the top of my head. Michael and Lou exchange a look I can’t read. Maybe they’ve seen this before, I think. Maybe he’s always like this with his girlfriends. But I don’t really believe it. I am in that phase of love where you’re sure no two people have ever felt this way before. And over... | 0 |
83 | Romantic-Comedy.txt | 58 | about to arrive. Remember Bobby, the one I don’t have three-hour workouts with? I’ll shower after that, then I thought we could hike or go have a picnic lunch at the beach if that sounds fun to you? Or we could hang out and swim.” He smiled and I felt a fizzy sort of scrambling, like the tide gathering itself to go bac... | 0 |
88 | The-Housekeepers.txt | 58 | There was no evidence of a wedding. But of course they could have used false names. Indeed it was almost certain they would have done. The O’Flynns must have disapproved of Mother. They were a family who formed strategic alliances with greengrocers and pawnbrokers and ironmongers. They didn’t marry loose-screwed, weak-... | 0 |
45 | Things Fall Apart.txt | 34 | of his rattling staff into the earth. And it began to shake and rattle, like something agitating with a metallic life. He took the first of the empty stools and the eight other egwugwu began to sit in order of seniority after him. Okonkwo's wives, and perhaps other women as well, might have noticed that the second egwu... | 1 |
23 | Moby Dick; Or, The Whale.txt | 99 | the scene, there was a wondering gaze of incredulous curiosity in his countenance. This savage was the only person present who seemed to notice my entrance; because he was the only one who could not read, and, therefore, was not reading those frigid inscriptions on the wall. Whether any of the relatives of the seamen w... | 1 |
46 | To Kill a Mockingbird.txt | 80 | his handiwork. With one phrase he had turned happy picknickers into a sulky, tense, murmuring crowd, being slowly hypnotized by gavel taps lessening in intensity until the only sound in the courtroom was a dim pink-pink-pink: the judge might have been rapping the bench with a pencil. In possession of his court once mor... | 1 |
97 | What-Dreams-May-Come.txt | 1 | and how they saw anyone beneath them as worthless. “They don’t bother with the working class like us,” he had said more than once, though Lucy had never considered herself on the same level as him. He was a merchant like his brother and quite wealthy, but he had no land to grant him the status of gentleman and therefor... | 0 |
21 | Little Women.txt | 71 | and talking about being good this morning, so I ran round the corner and changed it the minute I was up, and I'm so glad, for mine is the handsomest now." Another bang of the street door sent the basket under the sofa, and the girls to the table, eager for breakfast. "Merry Christmas, Marmee! Many of them! Thank you fo... | 1 |
54 | Alex-Hay-The-Housekeepers.txt | 43 | the rage that existed deep in her gut. It was far too easy to get lost in it. She forced her mind to come back to the room. Miss de Vries was gathering her skirts, her costume shimmering darkly. She sent her voice down the hall so that all the servants would hear her. “Don’t ever touch my things,” she said. * * * Hephz... | 0 |
18 | Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy.txt | 30 | was entirely satisfactory: either the climate wasn't quite right in the later part of the afternoon, or the day was half an hour too long, or the sea was exactly the wrong shade of pink. And thus were created the conditions for a staggering new form of specialist industry: custom-made luxury planet building. The home o... | 1 |
31 | The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.txt | 69 | is so small that it will not take me long to describe it. I am a widower and have an only son, Arthur. He has been a disappointment to me, Mr. Holmes-- a grievous disappointment. I have no doubt that I am myself to blame. People tell me that I have spoiled him. Very likely I have. When my dear wife died I felt that he ... | 1 |
56 | Christina Lauren - The True Love Experiment.txt | 90 | but our editing team—myself included—has done a good job of creatively tempering Tex’s and Arjun’s enthusiasm so no one feels too bad for them when they are likely voted off over the next twenty-four hours. And then my confessional with Fizzy begins. I’d neglected to mention this part to any of my family, and as my fac... | 0 |
40 | The Picture of Dorian Gray.txt | 41 | me know yours, and I will tell you mine. What was your reason for refusing to exhibit my picture?" Hallward shuddered in spite of himself. "Dorian, if I told you, you might like me less than you do, and you would certainly laugh at me. I could not bear your doing either of those two things. If you wish me never to look... | 1 |
32 | The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.txt | 71 | the ragged one beg for the widder, and the Spaniard swear he'd spile her looks just as I told you and your two -- " "What! The deaf and dumb man said all that!" Huck had made another terrible mistake! He was trying his best to keep the old man from getting the faintest hint of who the Spaniard might be, and yet his ton... | 1 |
37 | The Hunger Games.txt | 95 | cup of coffee. My mother adores coffee, which we could almost never afford, but it only tastes bitter and thin to me. A rich brown cup of something I’ve never seen. “They call it hot chocolate,” says Peeta. “It’s good.” I take a sip of the hot, sweet, creamy liquid and a shudder runs through me. Even though the rest of... | 1 |
18 | Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy.txt | 22 | two philosophers gaped at him. "Bloody hell," said Majikthise, "now that is what I call thinking. Here Vroomfondel, why do we never think of things like that?" "Dunno," said Vroomfondel in an awed whisper, "think our brains must be too highly trained Majikthise." So saying, they turned on their heels and walked out of ... | 1 |
77 | Maame.txt | 90 | his profile picture this morning. Exactly as advertised. His brown hair is swept back and he has on Converse, jeans, and a plain white tee. “Hello, Maddie. Glad you could make it,” he says—deep and friendly with the slightest American lilt. We sit and on his table is a pot of tea, two cups, a Danish pastry for him and ... | 0 |
95 | USS-Lincoln.txt | 47 | kind of slow-drop shaft. Lu-puk slithered to an angled orange shaft and let it slow-slide him downward until he reached a junction. With practiced skill, he twisted and slow dropped toward the asteroid’s center. The fall was long, which gave Lu-puk time to think. He was the ranking officer in this sector. He’d been tol... | 0 |
41 | The Secret Garden.txt | 63 | hated them so and was so terrified by them that suddenly they began to make her angry and she felt as if she should like to fly into a tantrum herself and frighten him as he was frightening her. She was not used to any one's tempers but her own. She took her hands from her ears and sprang up and stamped her foot. "He o... | 1 |
29 | Tarzan of the Apes.txt | 24 | Clayton came to his feet with a start. His blood ran cold. Never in all his life had so fearful a sound smote upon his ears. He was no coward; but if ever man felt the icy fingers of fear upon his heart, William Cecil Clayton, eldest son of Lord Greystoke of England, did that day in the fastness of the African jungle. ... | 1 |
5 | Anne of Green Gables.txt | 90 | year-that she had been offered a position in the grade school of her own home district and meant to accept. The Queen's class listened in breathless suspense for her answer. "Yes, I think I will," said Miss Stacy. "I thought of taking another school, but I have decided to come back to Avonlea. To tell the truth, I've g... | 1 |
78 | Pineapple Street.txt | 83 | of it. All of this went through my head in the time it took Lola to find a photo of Mike on their laptop—his official shot from the UConn website—and show the class. Britt was bouncing in her corner seat. “Can I interview him? Lola, can I interview him?” Lola shrugged. I said, “He knew Thalia pretty well. He’d know Oma... | 0 |
15 | Frankenstein.txt | 4 | life, having few affections, clings more earnestly to those that remain. Cursed, cursed be the fiend that brought misery on his grey hairs and doomed him to waste in wretchedness! He could not live under the horrors that were accumulated around him; the springs of existence suddenly gave way; he was unable to rise from... | 1 |
49 | treasure island.txt | 29 | him are so confoundedly hot-headed and exclamatory that I can- sup.” not get a word in. What I want to know is this: Supposing “As you will, Livesey,” said the squire; “Hawkins has earned that I have here in my pocket some clue to where Flint bur- better than cold pie.” ied his treasure, will that treasure amount to mu... | 1 |
65 | Hedge.txt | 85 | burrito with hot sauce. “A nomad who studies settlements.” “Yes, yes,” Gabriel said. “That’s been pointed out before.” His longest romantic relationship had lasted a year. The night before, when Maud asked, he’d run through one girlfriend after another: a photojournalist in Cairo, a fellow archaeologist in Peru, a coll... | 0 |
87 | The Foxglove King.txt | 66 | shook her leg out, barely limping, though agony shone in the rictus of her mouth as she ran forward. “Yes, I suppose I will,” Lore sighed. “Break it up!” The shouts came from the streets back toward the city, accompanied by the sounds of boots on cobblestones. The cheers of the crowd turned to shouts of surprise. “Bloo... | 0 |
9 | Dracula.txt | 59 | in this respect, then," He finished his speech in a gruesome way, for he motioned with his hands as if he were washing them. I quite understood. My only doubt was as to whether any dream could be more terrible than the unnatural, horrible net of gloom and mystery which seemed closing around me. Later.--I endorse the la... | 1 |
89 | The-Last-Sinner.txt | 92 | let him know it. She saw through his well-practiced charm and knew the twinkle in his eye wasn’t because he was clever, but because he thought he was pulling a fast one on her. In one interview at the prison before his release, she’d listened raptly and allowed a small smile to play on her lips, gazed into his eyes as ... | 0 |
68 | I-Have-Some-Questions-for-You.txt | 12 | up, we’d send them both to Granby and they could be Homecoming dates. I would never in a million years send my kids to Granby. Among other things, while fourteen had seemed a reasonable age for me to leave home, it seemed unfathomably young for Leo, who was only three years from fourteen and still slept with his bed fu... | 0 |
14 | Five On A Treasure Island.txt | 21 | little cove not far off where they could bathe and paddle to their hearts' content. They had a wonderful day, but secretly Julian, Dick and Anne wished they could have visited George's island. They would rather have done that than anything! George didn't want to go for the picnic, not because she disliked picnics, but ... | 1 |
31 | The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.txt | 15 | was writing me a note. As I passed his pew on the way out I dropped my bouquet over to him, and he slipped the note into my hand when he returned me the flowers. It was only a line asking me to join him when he made the sign to me to do so. Of course I never doubted for a moment that my first duty was now to him, and I... | 1 |
97 | What-Dreams-May-Come.txt | 62 | Mother, she had been nervous about meeting anyone beyond the family until William was awake and they could officially announce their impending marriage. While the sentiment was logical, it didn’t sit easy in Simon’s stomach. Surely she didn’t need her betrothed at her side to meet a few neighbors. Still, he envied her.... | 0 |
87 | The Foxglove King.txt | 79 | to think him a spy. Men in powerful positions were unsettled by popular heirs waiting to take their places. In that regard, the Court of the Citadel wasn’t that much different from a poison runner crew. She’d seen more than one upstart assassinated by their own captain. A yawn stretched her mouth so wide Lore’s jaw pop... | 0 |
84 | Silvia-Moreno-Garcia-Silver-Nitr.txt | 82 | “Cipher of Fire” chapter and looked for the section on defensive magic. There were two pages on warding charms, which included the advice to “burn candles” to dispel noxious spirits—she supposed Abel had gotten the idea for the white candles from there—and a small spell that necessitated the pricking of a finger. You’d... | 0 |
16 | Great Expectations.txt | 98 | and disappeared. "Now, Mr. Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, "attend, if you please. You have been drawing pretty freely here; your name occurs pretty often in Wemmick's cash-book; but you are in debt, of course?" "I am afraid I must say yes, sir." "You know you must say yes; don't you?" said Mr. Jaggers. "Yes, sir." "I don't as... | 1 |
54 | Alex-Hay-The-Housekeepers.txt | 76 | on Park Lane was swarming with detectives, men in trench coats with any number of questions, examining the locks and windows, trying to fathom the biggest burglary they’d ever seen in their lives. One or two were there on more sensitive business. Looking for the kitchen maids, to ask the most delicate questions. But mo... | 0 |
2 | A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.txt | 32 | is art? What is the beauty it expresses? --That was the first definition I gave you, you sleepy-headed wretch, said Stephen, when I began to try to think out the matter for myself. Do you remember the night? Cranly lost his temper and began to talk about Wicklow bacon. --I remember, said Lynch. He told us about them fl... | 1 |
52 | A-Living-Remedy.txt | 31 | the rest of my life looking backward, reliving the endless days and nights when my mother was dying and I couldn’t be with her. 22 The Priority Mail boxes begin arriving in June. Packed and shipped by my aunts, each box is stuffed with photos, documents, correspondence, religious items, knickknacks, jewelry. Sometimes ... | 0 |
39 | The Mysteries of Udolpho.txt | 86 | would have been the pleasure of accompanying you on this little tour. I do not often offer compliments; you may, therefore, believe me, when I say, that I shall look for your return with impatience.' The travellers proceeded on their journey. As they ascended the heights, St. Aubert often looked back upon the chateau, ... | 1 |
58 | Confidence_-a-Novel.txt | 35 | to prove that any fraud is taking place?” “We have concrete evidence,” Karl insisted. “We’ve spoken to scientists, data specialists. We’ve planted informants on the Farm, people who are telling us that this stuff really, really does not work.” “Isn’t that entrapment?” “Couldn’t you argue,” Karl said, “that what Mr. Ort... | 0 |
58 | Confidence_-a-Novel.txt | 69 | had to say it,” I said. “Ez, please—I need you to give me the tabs back.” I obediently fished the gold case from my pocket and put it in her hand. “We have to do damage control,” she said. Behind me: a voice, elegant, reverse aged: “Ezra.” We both turned. Susan Lehigh emerged from the banquet room door into the lobby, ... | 0 |
80 | Rachel-Lynn-Solomon-Business-or-Pleasure.txt | 89 | started off-balance, Finn has been all in on this relationship for longer than I have. He’s never wavered. And sure, he’s probably more famous than I’ll ever be, even if he’s not a household name—but he’s never made me feel like my career, as nebulous as it is, doesn’t matter. “It was never just professional for me,” I... | 0 |
3 | Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.txt | 78 | the drift of the current fetched me in at the bottom of the town. I tied up and started along the bank. There was a light burning in a little shanty that hadn't been lived in for a long time, and I wondered who had took up quarters there. I slipped up and peeped in at the window. There was a woman about forty year old ... | 1 |
18 | Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy.txt | 61 | slowly folded itself down into the ground. Everyone gasped although they had known perfectly well it was going to do that because they had built it that way. Beneath it lay uncovered a huge starship, one hundred and fifty metres long, shaped like a sleek running shoe, perfectly white and mindboggingly beautiful. At the... | 1 |
82 | Robyn-Harding-The-Drowning-Woman.txt | 11 | Then I delete the recording and the app. I have already ensured my files don’t sync to the cloud. The police don’t need to know that I ever thought about killing myself. No one does. Because now I want to live! If Benjamin goes to jail, I will be a free woman. I can be happy! I can have my life back! Putting the vodka-... | 0 |
38 | The Invisible Man- A Grotesque Romance.txt | 27 | the tram conductor with his fists clenched. Up the street others followed these two, striking and shouting. Down towards the town, men and women were running, and he noticed clearly one man coming out of a shop-door with a stick in his hand. "Spread out! Spread out!" cried some one. Kemp suddenly grasped the altered co... | 1 |
13 | Fifty-Shades-Of-Grey.txt | 24 | while horror and revulsion roll off him. Holy fuck. “Note?” My voice mirrors his. 244/551 “Addressed to me.” “What did it say?” Christian shakes his head, indicating he doesn’t know or that he won’t di- vulge its contents. Oh. “Hyde came here last night with the intention of kidnapping you.” Christian freezes, his face... | 1 |
3 | Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.txt | 15 | no luck. When we 'uz mos' down to de head er de islan' a man begin to come aft wid de lantern, I see it warn't no use fer to wait, so I slid overboard en struck out fer de islan'. Well, I had a notion I could lan' mos' anywhers, but I couldn't -- bank too bluff. I 'uz mos' to de foot er de islan' b'fo' I found' a good ... | 1 |
95 | USS-Lincoln.txt | 36 | within him—a calculated risk that could turn the tide. With a resolute nod, J-Dog signaled his squadron to follow. He executed a daring maneuver, plunging his Arrow directly into the heart of the enemy formation. The dragonflies swarmed, their ghostly forms engulfing his ship. It was a high-stakes gamble—one that deman... | 0 |
50 | A Day of Fallen Night.txt | 7 | softly. ‘I cling to faith as flame clings to a wick already curled and black.’ ‘The Mother will see us through this, Esbar.’ ‘The Priory, perhaps. What of you and I?’ Tunuva had never thought she would feel truly cold again, until Esbar uqNāra asked her that question. ‘That decision must be yours.’ Her throat constrict... | 0 |
2 | A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.txt | 77 | hat coming towards him down the slope of the bridge with little steps, tightly buttoned into his chocolate overcoat, and holding his furled umbrella a span or two from him like a divining rod. It must be eleven, he thought, and peered into a dairy to see the time. The clock in the dairy told him that it was five minute... | 1 |
81 | Riley-Sager-The-Only-One-Left.txt | 73 | I remember how my father spent the whole day complaining about the rich bastards who’d built the palatial homes there. God knows what he’d say about Hope’s End, which eclipses those stately mansions in that snooty town. It’s bigger. Grander. This wouldn’t be out of place on Dallas or Dynasty or any of those other silly... | 0 |
80 | Rachel-Lynn-Solomon-Business-or-Pleasure.txt | 86 | been debating ordering a basket ever since I sat down. And yet. Drew saying it sounds like a bad line could fully be a line, I realize that, but maybe I’m not ready to go back to Noemie’s house and feel sorry for myself. This isn’t something I’d ever do, and yet in this moment, that feels like exactly the reason to say... | 0 |
0 | 1984.txt | 67 | was hope, it lay in the proles! Without having read to the end of THE BOOK, he knew that that must be Goldstein's final message. The future belonged to the proles. And could he be sure that when their time came the world they constructed would not be just as alien to him, Winston Smith, as the world of the Party? Yes, ... | 1 |
78 | Pineapple Street.txt | 34 | to us on VHS. The story was on MSNBC, too. The one where the judge said the swimmer was so promising. The one where the rapist reminded the judge of himself as a young rapist. It was the one where her body was never found. It was the one where her body was found in the snow. It was the one where he left her body for de... | 0 |
91 | The-One.txt | 73 | push Brody to admit their affair, even in front of Jonah. If Brody confesses to Ethan and his new partner, the whole department will soon know about their affair. It would be out of Ethan’s hands. Being the doctor who pronounced Chelsea dead, Sloane would likely be the next one brought in for questioning. She grabs her... | 0 |
8 | David Copperfield.txt | 73 | town, and asked him to walk out with me that afternoon. He readily consenting, I wrote to Dora, saying I would bring him home. It was pleasant weather, and on the road we made my domestic happiness the theme of conversation. Traddles was very full of it; and said, that, picturing himself with such a home, and Sophy wai... | 1 |
86 | Tessa-Bailey-Unfortunately-Yours.txt | 44 | And all he could think was I can’t lose her, too. I can’t. It would be so satisfying to make love and forget about all the obstacles in their path to matrimonial bliss, but if he took that route, he’d wake up one day and she’d be leaving for New York. His dick would have gotten a workout, fine. But she wouldn’t be any ... | 0 |
85 | Talia-Hibbert-Highly-Suspicious.txt | 29 | adult, when I’m successful, when I’m rich, she can lie in bed all day eating Godiva chocolates instead of dragging herself to work. But I’m not rich yet, so all I can say is, “What time did you go to bed last night?” “Bed?” She blinks theatrically. “Oh! After a lifetime of sleeping, I forgot it was necessary. Must be m... | 0 |
77 | Maame.txt | 21 | assistant forum discussing all kinds of things, from pay differences to appropriate work banter. Last year, someone asked: Does your boss pretend your ideas are his? Kieran: No. I’m credited for all my ideas. I might not have the experience to follow it up, but my line manager always lets the team know who came up with... | 0 |
67 | How to Sell a Haunted House.txt | 57 | the wall so the floor wouldn’t creak. On her fifth step a board popped, loud as a gunshot. She froze. She listened for the rustling of sheets. Nothing moved behind Poppy’s door. She took another step and the floor held, then the final step and she felt light-headed. The door swung open, smooth on its hinges. Poppy lay ... | 0 |
32 | The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.txt | 65 | lacked somewhat of the true gush, for the poor fellow's instinct taught him that there was a mystery here that could not well bear the light, perhaps; it was simply preposterous that this boy had warehoused two thousand sheaves of Scriptural wisdom on his premises -- a dozen would strain his capacity, without a doubt. ... | 1 |
79 | Quietly-Hostile.txt | 5 | wandering, Julia says, “It’s like a cleanser and moisturizer all in one!” I love multitasking. *Adds to cart* WHAT IT COST ME: Three Easy Payments of $13 Truly, the best part of any of these shows are the hosts, those who have to have so many factoids and adjectives crammed into their brains that it boggles my regular-... | 0 |
75 | Lisa-See-Lady-Tan_s-Circle-of-Women.txt | 22 | answers. Grandmother and Grandfather taught me early on never to reveal my surprise when a patient discloses something disturbing. “So you still get your monthly moon water?” Oriole glances at Meiling, questioningly. “The problem is not that she gets it,” Meiling explains. “It’s that it never stops.” “When and how did ... | 0 |
11 | Emma.txt | 34 | agitated--very much, indeed--to a degree that made him appear quite a different creature from any thing I had ever seen him before.--In addition to all the rest, there had been the shock of finding her so very unwell, which he had had no previous suspicion of-- and there was every appearance of his having been feeling ... | 1 |
90 | The-Lost-Bookshop.txt | 3 | soft and yet eager. The sudden realisation of how he felt about me set fireworks off behind my eyelids. Knowing that it shouldn’t, couldn’t ever happen again, neither of us wanted it to end. I don’t know how long we stood like that, buried in our embrace. We did not speak. Occasionally his hands would caress the back o... | 0 |
17 | Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.txt | 3 | determined to remember it all. "And they play with the Quaffle. Okay, got that. So what are they for?" He pointed at the three balls left inside the box. "I'll show you now," said Wood. "Take this." He handed Harry a small club, a bit like a short baseball bat. "I'm going to show you what the Bludgers do," Wood said. "... | 1 |
49 | treasure island.txt | 59 | the party struck out at a actually been taken away except the captain’s money-bag and bouncing trot on the road to Dr. Livesey’s house. a little silver from the till, I could see at once that we were ruined. Mr. Dance could make nothing of the scene. “They got the money, you say? Well, then, Hawkins, what in fortune we... | 1 |
15 | Frankenstein.txt | 33 | have already destroyed; other victims await their destiny; but you, Clerval, my friend, my benefactor--" The human frame could no longer support the agonies that I endured, and I was carried out of the room in strong convulsions. A fever succeeded to this. I lay for two months on the point of death; my ravings, as I af... | 1 |
54 | Alex-Hay-The-Housekeepers.txt | 52 | morning. I’ll smooth the way for you. Breathe a word to anyone that you know me and I’ll skin you alive.” Mrs. King put out her hand. It was sheathed in a calfskin glove, ivory colored. It was lovely. “Do we have a deal?” Mother had small hands, too. It had been Alice’s job to button Mother’s gloves, keep her tidy, pro... | 0 |
16 | Great Expectations.txt | 54 | a downcast heart. "Not a particle of evidence, Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, shaking his head and gathering up his skirts. "Take nothing on its looks; take everything on evidence. There's no better rule." "I have no more to say," said I, with a sigh, after standing silent for a little while. "I have verified my information, ... | 1 |
56 | Christina Lauren - The True Love Experiment.txt | 40 | a kiss that starts small, mindful of the fact that we are on television, sharing this moment with millions. But a cocktail of emotion rises in me—infatuation, relief, elation, and desire—and I can’t help the way my hand rises to his neck, the way my mouth softens against the full bow of his upper lip, the delectable sw... | 0 |
66 | Hell Bent.txt | 11 | had told her if she played her cards right, they’d prescribe her something good, and also because it was better than getting sent somewhere to be scared straight again. Guys in fatigues could shout at her and make her do push-ups and clean bathrooms, but she’d been scared her whole fucking life and she just kept gettin... | 0 |
91 | The-One.txt | 25 | pregnant straight out of high school, her parents kicked her out of the house. Sloane’s father went to prison for auto theft three years later, and Crystal packed up her Firebird with Sloane and their few possessions, leaving the small, eastern Washington town for Seattle and never looking back. Sloane’s father died in... | 0 |
86 | Tessa-Bailey-Unfortunately-Yours.txt | 17 | disappeared around a bend in the road with the huddle of rescue workers and without her husband in view, everything inside her screamed to throw herself out of the truck and sprint after him. But she would not distract him in a dangerous scenario like this. Absolutely not. If he made a mistake and got hurt or killed be... | 0 |
15 | Frankenstein.txt | 55 | custom of taking every night a small quantity of laudanum, for it was by means of this drug only that I was enabled to gain the rest necessary for the preservation of life. Oppressed by the recollection of my various misfortunes, I now swallowed double my usual quantity and soon slept profoundly. But sleep did not affo... | 1 |
55 | Blowback.txt | 35 | themselves Anonymous. Are you aware of who that is?” he asked. I was sweating in the hot van. “I’m not,” I responded. “Look, that was a parlor game that happened in Washington, D.C.… I’ve got my own thoughts about who that might be, but I want my focus to be on the president. And I certainly don’t want to—” “You’re not... | 0 |
48 | Wuthering Heights.txt | 53 | at length issued forth to inquire into the nature of the uproar. She thought that some of them had been laying violent hands on me; and, not daring to attack her mas- ter, she turned her vocal artillery against the younger scoundrel. "Well, Mr. Earnshaw," she cried, "I wonder what you'll have agait next! Are we going t... | 1 |
86 | Tessa-Bailey-Unfortunately-Yours.txt | 91 | arms giving her the sensation of weightlessness? He’d made her feel almost . . . peaceful. Protected. How could the same man who made her want to screech like a banshee get that reaction out of her? No way to know. But the effect of him . . . lingered. Hard. “There was also some talk of giant tent rentals. Giant.” The ... | 0 |
43 | The Turn of the Screw.txt | 56 | him, at any rate, shut in or shut out. He was admirable, but not comfortable: I took it in with a throb of hope. Wasn't he looking, through the haunted pane, for something he couldn't see?--and wasn't it the first time in the whole business that he had known such a lapse? The first, the very first: I found it a splendi... | 1 |
9 | Dracula.txt | 4 | woman under the circumstances, but it had no effect. Men and women are so different in manifestations of nervous strength or weakness! Then when his face grew grave and stern again I asked him why his mirth, and why at such a time. His reply was in a way characteristic of him, for it was logical and forceful and myster... | 1 |
40 | The Picture of Dorian Gray.txt | 55 | it?" "Of course I did." "Well, you don't mind my looking at it now?" Dorian shook his head. "You must not ask me that, Basil. I could not possibly let you stand in front of that picture." "You will some day, surely?" [58] "Never." "Well, perhaps you are right. And now good-by, Dorian. You have been the one person in my... | 1 |
53 | After Death.txt | 38 | photo as well as a name, until he finds the man with proud Roman features, who is as noble-looking as Julius Caesar but whose eyes suggest a Nero who sets fires for pleasure and delights in the suffering of others. Durand Calaphas. FIRE MARSHAL Durand Calaphas is indifferent to most people. Their lives hold no interest... | 0 |
97 | What-Dreams-May-Come.txt | 49 | returned to the stables, but he’d had to watch from the window of the library while he and Mr. North, his man of business, had been going through a detailed report of how much Father’s sugar farm was costing them. It was terribly dull work, but it was important. And far better than discussing William’s perilous health ... | 0 |
8 | David Copperfield.txt | 18 | might suppose, and that I sent 'em all my love - especially to little Em'ly? Will you, if you please, Peggotty?' The kind soul promised, and we both of us kissed the keyhole with the greatest affection - I patted it with my hand, I recollect, as if it had been her honest face - and parted. From that night there grew up... | 1 |
4 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.txt | 83 | than ever: she sat down and began to cry again. `You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, `a great girl like you,' (she might well say this), `to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!' But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about f... | 1 |
97 | What-Dreams-May-Come.txt | 22 | whether William had been returning for a visit or for a more extended stay or for any time at all, there was the chance he had intended to take up a more permanent residence at his estate before the storm and subsequent fever had derailed his plans. None of that would matter if he never woke up. “Please wake up,” she w... | 0 |
16 | Great Expectations.txt | 15 | then struck off to walk all the way to London. For, I had by that time come to myself so far, as to consider that I could not go back to the inn and see Drummle there; that I could not bear to sit upon the coach and be spoken to; that I could do nothing half so good for myself as tire myself out. It was past midnight w... | 1 |
16 | Great Expectations.txt | 21 | when the tide was low, looking as if they belonged to sunken ships that were still sailing on at the bottom of the water. Whenever I watched the vessels standing out to sea with their white sails spread, I somehow thought of Miss Havisham and Estella; and whenever the light struck aslant, afar off, upon a cloud or sail... | 1 |
6 | Bartleby the Scrivener A Story of Wall Street.txt | 19 | story of Wall-Street) > Digitalizzazione a cura di Yorikarus @ forum.tntvillage.scambioetico.org < I am a rather elderly man. The nature of my avocations for the last thirty years has brought me into more than ordinary contact with what would seem an interesting and somewhat singular set of men, of whom as yet nothing ... | 1 |
81 | Riley-Sager-The-Only-One-Left.txt | 36 | see things that smarter people like you overthink.” “Like me?” I say, both flattered he considers me smart and insulted that he believes I overthink things. “What I mean is that sometimes facts just get in the way. Sure, you’re Lenora Hope’s caregiver and you think she can’t hurt anyone.” “Because she can’t.” “You’re s... | 0 |
25 | Oliver Twist.txt | 41 | at the idea of speedy death, he fell to counting the iron spikes before him, and wondering how the head of one had been broken off, and whether they would mend it, or leave it as it was. Then, he thought of all the horrors of the gallows and the scaffold--and stopped to watch a man sprinkling the floor to cool it--and ... | 1 |
96 | We-Could-Be-So Good.txt | 97 | if anybody has a problem with that, they can very much go fuck themselves. Nobody, it turns out, has a problem with that. Or, if they do, they pretend not to. Or, just as likely, they’re too tipsy to notice. One of the women is an artist. She wears trousers and has her hair down and Nick is massively intimidated. The o... | 0 |
77 | Maame.txt | 46 | jumper before her coat, and as always my attention is first drawn to the marks on her cheeks. “Not scars, Baaba. Tribal marks.” She lives in North London and has her own list of health problems, not limited to sore joints, so she only comes by once or twice a month. But her monthly appearance serves us better than Jame... | 0 |
7 | Casino Royale.txt | 18 | with a croupier to rake in the cards and call the amount of each bank and a chef de partie to umpire the game generally. I shall be sitting as near dead opposite Le Chiffre as I can get. In front of him he has a shoe containing six packs of cards, well shuffled. There's absolutely no chance of tampering with the shoe. ... | 1 |
19 | Hound of the Baskervilles.txt | 32 | is unlikely that the composer of such a letter would be careless. If he were in a hurry it opens up the interesting question why he should be in a hurry, since any letter posted up to early morning would reach Sir Henry before he would leave his hotel. Did the composer fear an interruption -- and from whom?" "We are co... | 1 |
55 | Blowback.txt | 10 | from worries about biological weapons to whispers of nuclear dirty bombs. A gas mask was hidden under every seat in the U.S. House. But fear gave way to cooperation, as members of Congress crossed the aisle to compromise on sweeping legislation. The master class in bipartisanship culminated, for me, in President George... | 0 |
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