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The Voyage by Katherine Mansfield
Fiction: romance, drama.
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Posted: 21 Apr 2009
Readings: 820
From: Katherine Mansfield
Pages: 25
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The Young Girl by Katherine Mansfield
In her blue dress, with her cheeks lightly flushed, her blue, blue eyes, and her gold curls pinned up as though for the first time--pinned up to be out of the way for ...more
In her blue dress, with her cheeks lightly flushed, her blue, blue eyes, and her gold curls pinned up as though for the first time--pinned up to be out of the way for her flight--Mrs. Raddick's daughter might have just dropped from this radiant heaven. Mrs. Raddick's timid, faintly astonished, but deeply admiring glance looked as if she believed it, too; but the daughter didn't appear any too pleased--why should she? (less)
Fiction: drama.
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Posted: 15 Jan 2009
Readings: 908
From: Katherine Mansfield
Pages: 17
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The Angel of the Odd by Edgar Allan Poe
Story of a man who encounters the Angel of the Odd, a spirit who causes strange accidents as his job.
Fiction: fantasy, drama.
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Posted: 17 Feb 2009
Readings: 839
From: Edgar Allan Poe
Pages: 30
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The Dream by Ivan S. Turgenev
I was living at that time with my mother in a little seaside town. I was in my seventeenth year, while my mother was not quite five-and-thirty; she had married very ...more
I was living at that time with my mother in a little seaside town. I was in my seventeenth year, while my mother was not quite five-and-thirty; she had married very young. When my father died, I was only seven years old, but I remember him well. My mother was a fair-haired woman, not very tall, with a charming, but always sad-looking face, a soft, tired voice and timid gestures. In her youth she had been reputed a beauty, and to the end she remained attractive and pretty. (less)
Fiction: drama.
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Posted: 05 Jan 2009
Readings: 443
From: Ivan S Turgenev
Pages: 57
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At the Bay by Katherine Mansfield
Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-covered hills at the back were smothered. ...more
Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-covered hills at the back were smothered. You could not see where they ended and the paddocks and bungalows began. The sandy road was gone and the paddocks and bungalows the other side of it; there were no white dunes covered with reddish grass beyond them; there was nothing to mark which was beach and where was the sea. (less)
Fiction: romance, drama.
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Posted: 19 Jul 2009
Readings: 428
From: Katherine Mansfield
Pages: 107
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