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The Reach was wider in those days, Stella Flanders told her great-grandchildren in the last summer of her life, the summer before she began to see ghosts. The children looked at her with wide, silent eyes, and her son, Alden, turned from his seat on
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I am in love with my wife, he said--a superfluous remark, as I had not questioned his attachment to the woman he had married. We walked for ten minutes and then he said it again. I turned to look at him. He began to talk and told me the tale I am now
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I HAVE seen a great many houses in my time, little and big, new and old, built of stone and of wood, but of one house I have kept a very vivid memory. It was, properly speaking, rather a cottage than a house a tiny cottage of one story, with three wi
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VII Were ready, your honour! shouted Alyoshka from the front sledge. The storm was so violent that, though I bent almost in two and clutched the skirts of my cloak with both hands, I was hardly able to walk over the drifting snow which the wind swept
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[ADVISORY : Story contains adult language and criminal violence] Bob found the dog in the trash. It was just after Thanksgiving, the neighborhood gone quiet, hung-over. After bartending at Cousin Marvs, Bob sometimes walked the streets. He was big an
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First thing it did was take a shit in the dining room. Bob didnt even realize what it was doing at first. It started sniffing, nose scraping the rug, and then it looked up at Bob with an air of embarrassment. And Bob said, What? and the dog dumped al
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Lincoln spoke first: Weve been talking it over ever since we got your letter last month. Were happy to have Honoria here. Shes a dear little thing, and were glad to be able to help her, but of course that isnt the question Marion interrupted suddenly
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[Part 4] She rose, took her stockings over to the stove and hung them on the damper. It was an unusual damper, and she turned it about, and then, stepping lightly on her bare feet, returned to the bench and sat down there again with her feet up. Ther
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My bladder let go, and the scuffed brown the dead bee was lying on went a darker brown. I was hardly aware of what had happened, and I couldnt take my eyes off the man standing on top of the bank and looking down at me, the man who had walked out of
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II Quentin, where did the lilies come from? I really can't buy expensive flowers. They were sent up from King's Cheviot, madam. It has always been the custom here. The butler withdrew. Mrs. St. Vincent heaved a sigh of relief. What would she do witho
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They'd been very sweet, really, letting her lead her own life, not understanding in the least why she wanted to live in Chelsea in the way she did, but accepting it. That was due to Em of course. Grandfather would have kicked up no end of a row. Sara
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That was a bit closer, perhaps, but still . . . No, that one wasn't right, either. So far, with each of these stories, I'm making it all sound too pat. I really should stop trying to make sense of it. After all, part of the truth of zombies (and by z
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Carmody stared at the sidewalk, at Seanies scuffed black shoes, and heard her voice: When Buddy comes back. Saw the fine hair at the top of her neck. Thinking: Here I am, Im back. So she waited for you, Buddy. Year after year in that dark goddamned f
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You ask me if I can forgive myself? I can forgive myself for many things. For where I left him. For what I did. But I will not forgive myself for the year that I hated my daughter, when I believed her to have run away, perhaps to the city. During tha
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This way chaps and chapesses. Over here. Mr. and Mrs. Ransome stumbled across the last of the grass onto the concrete where silhouetted against the open door stood a young man. Dazed, they followed him into the hangar and in the light they made a sor
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The Clothes They Stood Up In by Alan Bennett Mrs. Ransome, too, could see the cheerful side of things, but then she always did. When they had got married they had kitted themselves out with all the necessities of a well-run household; they had a dinn
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THE WINDOW OF TIME Let me say, at the outset, that I dont blame my daughter for what happened. Actually, blame is too critical a word. What I mean to say is that my daughter was hardly responsible for what happened. Miriam is a good soul, a benevolen
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Class again. Living with Lit was doing a composition, and most of them were bent sweatily over their papers, putting their thoughts grimly down on the page, as if chopping wood. All but three. Robert Lawson, sitting in Billy Stearns's seat, David Gar
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There had been no cases of any interest for some weeks, and my friend Sherlock Holmes was bored by the trivia that came his way. His temper showed it to the degree where I was happy to accept an invitation from an old friend, Robert Hunt, a widower w
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Listening to his narrative I had completely forgotten the events of the previous night, the slain streetwalkers, and my suspicion of Holmes. At this point, Holmes continued, I knew that I needed to consult an expert. Mr. Wells, of whom I spoke earlie
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