A likely story indeed! said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepest contempt. ‘I’ve seen a good many little...

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Then beyond the bend my brother stopped again. Miss Elphinstone was white and pale, and her sister-in-law sat weeping,...

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A sudden chill came over me. There was a loud shriek from a woman behind. I half turned, keeping my eyes fixed upon the...

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Passepartout was delighted. His master's last exploit, the consequences of which he ignored, enchanted him.

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A likely story indeed! said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepest contempt. I’ve seen a good many little girls in...

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Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one’s sensations.

• Paul Cezanne •

And as for those who, previously hearing of the White Whale, by chance caught sight of him; in the beginning of the...

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Corresponding to the crescent in our van, we beheld another in our rear. It seemed formed of detached white vapours,...

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