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It was Phaethon who drove them to Fiesole that memorable day, a youth all irresponsibility and fire, recklessly urging his master’s horses up the stony hill. Mr. Beebe recognized him at once. Neither
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It was Phaethon who drove them to Fiesole that memorable day, a youth all irresponsibility and fire, recklessly urging his master’s horses up the stony hill. Mr. Beebe recognized him at once. Neither
The Miss Alans did go to Greece, but they went by themselves. They alone of this little company will double Malea and p…
The Miss Alans were found in their beloved temperance hotel near Bloomsbury—a clean, airless establishment much patroni…
Windy Corner lay, not on the summit of the ridge, but a few hundred feet down the southern slope, at the springing of o…
He was bewildered. He had nothing to say. He was not even angry, but stood, with a glass of whiskey between his hands, …
But Lucy had developed since the spring. That is to say, she was now better able to stifle the emotions of which the co…
The Sunday after Miss Bartlett’s arrival was a glorious day, like most of the days of that year. In the Weald, autumn a…
Of course Miss Bartlett accepted. And, equally of course, she felt sure that she would prove a nuisance, and begged to …
How often had Lucy rehearsed this bow, this interview! But she had always rehearsed them indoors, and with certain acce…
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