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78	Pineapple Street.txt	14	certainly Amy could, too. I said, “We won’t have a chance to name Denny Bloch, then.” “I know, I know,” she said. “But at this point, I think it dilutes the case.” She sounded so careful, so conciliatory. Not for the first time, I worried Amy thought I was hung up on my own agenda. I said, “Can I come watch the proceed...	0
19	Hound of the Baskervilles.txt	19	tell it sooner rather than later. Come, now! No lies! What were you doing at that window??' The fellow looked at us in a helpless way, and he wrung his hands together like one who is in the last extremity of doubt and misery. "I was doing no harm, sir. I was holding a candle to the window." "And why were you holding a ...	1
76	Love Theoretically.txt	78	him out the second time it happens. “Right,” Jack says, unruffled, and I spend the next two turns blushing and fidgeting in his lap, till his grip tightens on me and his words in my ear are a distracted “Be good.” Something scalding and liquid blooms inside me. Jack still wins. And I must get the hang of it, because I ...	0
96	We-Could-Be-So Good.txt	41	Andy’s stomach. “Sorry,” Nick says. “Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up.” Andy turns his head, pressing his face into Nick’s neck, and Nick can feel his breath, warm on his skin. “I want this. Do you?” “Jesus Christ.” “That’s not an answer.” “Yes.” “You always smell so good.” As Andy speaks, his lips brush against Nick’s...	0
80	Rachel-Lynn-Solomon-Business-or-Pleasure.txt	88	see what I sometimes refuse to show myself. “And you’ve had it figured out for so long.” “What other people think of me, maybe. But not who I really am.” As his face softens, he cracks a smile. “In fact, I think we wrote a whole book about that.” I don’t laugh. “That’s the whole point.” Because he is someone worthy of ...	0
63	Hannah Whitten - The Foxglove King-Orbit (2023).txt	94	kept thinking of those people drinking brewed belladonna in the corner. In the scents of whirling dancers and strong perfume, there was also the scent of food. Lore’s stomach twisted in her too-tight bodice. “Any idea where the buffet is?” she asked Gabriel, pitching her voice to carry over music and laughter. “On the ...	0
82	Robyn-Harding-The-Drowning-Woman.txt	75	the casserole in the fridge. “You know that, right?” “My lawyer said—” But she isn’t finished. “David and the other partners are consumed with the case. They’re meticulous and brilliant. And they’re ruthless. They will get the case dismissed, Hazel. It’s only a matter of when. You need to be ready.” Feeling unsteady on...	0
4	Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.txt	48	chorus of voices asked. `Why, SHE, of course,' said the Dodo, pointing to Alice with one finger; and the whole party at once crowded round her, calling out in a confused way, `Prizes! Prizes!' Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she put her hand in her pocket, and pulled out a box of comfits, (luckily the salt...	1
5	Anne of Green Gables.txt	66	time I ought to have put on my studies; and secondly, I was deceiving my teacher in trying to make it appear I was reading a history when it was a storybook instead. I had never realized until that moment, Marilla, that what I was doing was deceitful. I was shocked. I cried bitterly, and asked Miss Stacy to forgive me ...	1
56	Christina Lauren - The True Love Experiment.txt	68	to university.” “Do you ever go back to England?” “Of course,” I say. “I spend some Christmases there. I speak to my mother regularly. I’d planned to move back after I’d graduated uni, but life had other plans.” “And what about present day?” she asks. “Are you remarried? Out every night, living the hot single life?” I ...	0
11	Emma.txt	97	that you should think of such a thing." "My dear Emma, I have told you what led me to think of it. I do not want the match--I do not want to injure dear little Henry-- but the idea has been given me by circumstances; and if Mr. Knightley really wished to marry, you would not have him refrain on Henry's account, a boy o...	1
3	Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.txt	1	in de ole tumble-down cooper-shop on de bank to wait for everybody to go 'way. Well, I wuz dah all night. Dey wuz somebody roun' all de time. 'Long 'bout six in de mawnin' skifts begin to go by, en 'bout eight er nine every skift dat went 'long wuz talkin' 'bout how yo' pap come over to de town en say you's killed. Des...	1
82	Robyn-Harding-The-Drowning-Woman.txt	47	Or Benjamin Laval’s security detail. Or anyone suspicious. But all seems quiet, normal. An Uber driver delivers a pizza to the building next door. A woman with a green helmet rides past on her bike. At the end of the block, a landlord in sweatpants waters a sad flower bed. Parking on a side street, I face the next hurd...	0
91	The-One.txt	67	parking lot. While she’d known men like Brody Carr existed, she’d never been so close to such a monster before now. She locks her doors and leans her head against the headrest after he disappears around the side of the building. Maybe she was too quick to judge Crystal for cutting men out of their lives so often. Her b...	0
98	Yellowface.txt	28	see what she’s getting at. “I am not Chinese,” I say curtly. “If that’s what you’re asking. It’s not ‘own voices,’ or whatever you want to call it. Is that a problem?” “No, no, not at all, we’re just covering our bases. And you’re not . . . anything else?” Emily winces the moment those words leave her mouth, like she k...	0
98	Yellowface.txt	95	circumstances someone counts as a moral agent that deserves consideration. I didn’t understand much of his work, but his central argument was quite compelling: we owe nothing to the dead. Especially when the dead are thieves and liars, too. And fuck it, I’ll just say it: taking Athena’s manuscript felt like reparations...	0
34	The Call of the Wild.txt	57	striving to enforce it, blind with weakness half the time and keeping the trail by the loom of it and by the dim feel of his feet. It was beautiful spring weather, but neither dogs nor humans were aware of it. Each day the sun rose earlier and set later. It was dawn by three in the morning, and twilight lingered till n...	1
76	Love Theoretically.txt	97	closes his eyes and takes a deep, undone breath. “Sorry.” His rhythm on my clit is picking up, and I’m fading fast, all shallow breathing and spotty vision. “Sorry?” “Just trying to get a grip.” “You don’t have to get a grip. You can take me upstairs and—” My channel contracts around him and we both groan. “You sure yo...	0
68	I-Have-Some-Questions-for-You.txt	14	however short this window in the pandemic might prove. It sounded like something the attorneys would object to, but I couldn’t think why. It was just a party, albeit one remarkably close to the scene of the crime. Three other kids had joined Fran’s boys—two boys and a girl—and their mother jumped gracefully in to swim ...	0
98	Yellowface.txt	16	!” I don’t budge. “Just give it,” I pant. “Give it, and I’ll—” “You fucking bitch!” She bites my wrist. Pain shoots up my arm. I jerk back, shocked. She’s drawn blood—Jesus fucking Christ, it’s all over her teeth, all over my arm. Candice thrashes once more. My knees slip off her chest. She breaks loose, coils up, and ...	0
24	Of Human Bondage.txt	88	unpaid for three weeks, explaining to his landlady that he would get money at the end of the month; she did not say anything, but pursed her lips and looked grim. When the end of the month came and she asked if it would be convenient for him to pay something on account, it made him feel very sick to say that he could n...	1
35	The Da Vinci Code.txt	72	hunt was a test of character and merit, to ensure I earned my rewards. And the tests were never simple." Langdon eyed the device again, still looking skeptical. "But why not just pry it apart? Or smash it? The metal looks delicate, and marble is a soft rock." Sophie smiled. "Because Da Vinci is too smart for that. He d...	1
59	Costanza-Casati-Clytemnestra.txt	19	affection, some warmth, but his features are barren, like the earth in winter. “You have made Timandra a murderess,” Leda says. Her eyes are red—she must have been crying. “She is only fourteen.” She is a Spartan. If I have made her a murderess, then what of Father, who ordered her to break Chrysanthe’s face? What of t...	0
31	The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.txt	83	out in the park at five as usual,' she said as she left him. I heard no more. They drove away in different directions, and I went off to make my own arrangements." "Which are?" "Some cold beef and a glass of beer," he answered, ringing the bell. "I have been too busy to think of food, and I am likely to be busier still...	1
82	Robyn-Harding-The-Drowning-Woman.txt	83	Jesse wants me—I hear it in his panting breaths, feel it in the pressure of his erection against my thigh. His lips travel from my mouth, down my neck to my collarbone. Soon, his hands are fumbling with the button of my pants. “You make me so hot.” The ache in his voice, the need, renders me weak with desire. I grab at...	0
50	A Day of Fallen Night.txt	15	enough?’ Esbar asked her in a strained voice. ‘Is our life enough for you now, Tuva?’ ‘It was always enough. I just wanted the truth.’ Esbar tightened her grasp. ‘I would not live another day without you by my side,’ she said in a whisper. ‘Be with me. Forgive me, and I will give you the same grace. Let us do what we w...	0
72	Katherine-Center-Hello-Stranger.txt	24	and I never saw her again. I was left alone, as Picasso-faced person after Picasso-faced person came up to me and forced me to Sherlock Holmes one theory after another about who I was talking to. Looking back, I could have just left. I could have found Joe’s floppy hair and hipster glasses and steered him off to feed m...	0
8	David Copperfield.txt	82	either on the starboard or the larboard quarter, objects of interest will be continually descried. In short,' said Mr. Micawber, with the old genteel air, 'the probability is, all will be found so exciting, alow and aloft, that when the lookout, stationed in the main-top, cries Land-oh! we shall be very considerably as...	1
79	Quietly-Hostile.txt	96	a slab of moist chocolate children’s birthday cake slathered with an inch of thick, tooth-disintegrating grocery store buttercream. But that’s a weird thing to show up with unless the guest of honor is a seven-year-old. My clothes will be ugly, allowing you to shine. I understand that as the host, you need to be the be...	0
31	The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.txt	39	soul! here is her carriage at the door." He had hardly spoken before there rushed into the room one of the most lovely young women that I have ever seen in my life. Her violet eyes shining, her lips parted, a pink flush upon her cheeks, all thought of her natural reserve lost in her overpowering excitement and concern....	1
63	Hannah Whitten - The Foxglove King-Orbit (2023).txt	99	one she couldn’t see. Much easier, this time. Lore shot up from the too-soft bed, pressing her knuckles against her eyes until stars danced behind them. The mental barrier Gabriel had helped her make had finally failed, as if the strange nightmare even now fading from her memory had burned through her forest. She sense...	0
78	Pineapple Street.txt	28	too. I found myself halfway down one of the two chapel aisles. A living room was set up on the stage—flowery sofa, a lamp with no cord, a coffee table with a lace throw—and I remembered the posters around campus for the one-act festival happening here. The sun was setting through the stained glass on the west wall. Eve...	0
96	We-Could-Be-So Good.txt	26	juice glasses—because of course Nick doesn’t have any vases, what was Andy thinking—Nick comes over to the table. “Thanks. I mean—thank you.” “It’s my pleasure.” The moment stretches too long, with Andy ineptly fiddling with daffodil stems and Nick watching him and something hanging in the air just out of sight, and if...	0
73	Kika-Hatzopoulou-Threads-That-Bi.txt	7	move into the Silts fifteen years ago when the bank foreclosed on their house. The same phrase was underlined in her public registry file, too: No known other-born affiliation. “It makes no sense.” The records had to be wrong. Io’s mind denied any other explanation on a fundamental level. Only moira-born could hold the...	0
73	Kika-Hatzopoulou-Threads-That-Bi.txt	22	choosy. “You can read all about it in The Truth of Alante tomorrow.” Gods, this guy was asking for a good punch to the face. Six years of school, one more of running into him during jobs, and it was a miracle she hadn’t obliged him yet. Quite frankly, it was owed to Rosa, who thought he wasn’t even worth the effort to ...	0
64	Happy Place.txt	70	into his mouth at the sudden sensation of so much of him on so much of me. The bands of muscle across his stomach tighten. My lips part hungrily under his. His hands untie my bathing suit top, peel it away, and my heart pounds into his urgent touch. He whispers my name at the hinge of my jaw, the water spraying over hi...	0
33	The Age of Innocence.txt	14	larger hatbrim. "My dear Newland, I had no idea that you and May had arrived! You yourself came only yesterday, you say? Ah, business--business--professional duties . . . I understand. Many husbands, I know, find it impossible to join their wives here except for the week-end." She cocked her head on one side and langui...	1
29	Tarzan of the Apes.txt	95	chops to the club's CHEF because they were underdone, and when he had finished his repast he dipped his finger-ends into a silver bowl of scented water and dried them upon a piece of snowy damask. Chapter 9 50 All day Tarzan followed Kulonga, hovering above him in the trees like some malign spirit. Twice more he saw hi...	1
28	THE SCARLET LETTER.txt	95	fair examination in the New England Primer, or the first column of the Westminster Catechisms, although unacquainted with the outward form of either of those celebrated works. But that perversity, which all children have more or less of, and of which little Pearl had a tenfold portion, now, at the most inopportune mome...	1
44	Their Eyes Were Watching God.txt	13	stairs with her lamp. The light in her hand was like a spark of sun-stuff washing her face in fire. Her shadow behind fell black and headlong down the stairs. Now, in her room, the place tasted fresh again. The wind through the open windows had broomed out all the fetid feeling of absence and nothingness. She closed in...	1
70	Kalynn-Bayron-Youre-Not-Supposed.txt	44	fills my nose. My eyes water and my throat feels tight. I hold still, hoping no one is here to notice our presence but also desperately praying that Porter is hiding somewhere inside. A half dozen rooms occupy the first floor of the massive lodge. We sweep through a maze of empty sitting rooms and linen closets, almost...	0
18	Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy.txt	51	stand on. It would sort itself out. God what a terrible hangover it had earned him though. He looked at himself in the wardrobe mirror. He stuck out his tongue. "Yellow," he thought. The word yellow wandered through his mind in search of something to connect with. Fifteen seconds later he was out of the house and lying...	1
13	Fifty-Shades-Of-Grey.txt	73	head sadly and closes his eyes. “I got lost in the moment,” he says unconvincingly. I frown at him, and he sighs. “Ana, orgasm denial is a standard tool in—You never—” He stops. I shift in his lap, and he winces. Oh. I flush. “Sorry,” I mutter. He rolls his eyes, then leans back suddenly, taking me with him, so that we...	1
73	Kika-Hatzopoulou-Threads-That-Bi.txt	87	Nine, the only way to take vengeance on the Muses for their part in the fury-born genocide. They knew that Io would come for Bianca. That Io would find the mob queen threadless and try to save her by taking her to the Nine. They’d left Bianca locked in a cell because they knew Io. They knew her better, perhaps, than an...	0
68	I-Have-Some-Questions-for-You.txt	42	in the cold. Someone called out behind us and we waited for her to catch up. Good Lord: It was Priscilla Mancio, who was still teaching French. “Bodie Kane,” she said. “Unbelievable. I never would’ve recognized her,” she told Petra, “if they hadn’t run her picture in the magazine.” She was walking her bulldog, a delici...	0
23	Moby Dick; Or, The Whale.txt	67	with one hand holding a pike-head in the coals, and with the other at his forge's lungs, when captain ahab came along, carrying in his hand a small rusty-looking leathern bag. While yet a little distance from the forge, moody Ahab paused; till at last, Perth, withdrawing his iron from the fire, began hammering it upon ...	1
81	Riley-Sager-The-Only-One-Left.txt	24	other. Archie makes a similar decision. “I was saying goodnight.” “Since when do you say goodnight to Lenora?” “Ever since Miss Hope first took ill,” Archie says. “Every night, I make sure to stop by and see how she’s doing.” “Let’s walk,” I say. What I really mean is that I want to talk where Lenora can’t hear us. Arc...	0
58	Confidence_-a-Novel.txt	65	chimed in. “Stifling independent thought. Prohibitive to freedom.” “But with the power of NuLife, you can be free anywhere,” Tyrell said, nodding to me. “You wake up every morning doubting yourselves and doubt yourselves until you go to sleep.” I began walking up and down the aisles, watching the inmates’ heads swivel ...	0
66	Hell Bent.txt	97	“What’s the treatment?” Mercy closed her book. “That’s less clear. Soup made from scratch and Bible verses were both suggested.” “Yes, please, and no, thank you.” Alex dragged herself out of bed and fumbled around in her dresser. She pulled a hoodie over her sweats. Was she even allowed to wear Lethe sweats anymore? Wa...	0
28	THE SCARLET LETTER.txt	57	towards him, and something whispered me that I was betraying it in pledging myself to keep your counsel. Since that day no man is so near to him as you. You tread behind his every footstep. You are beside him, sleeping and waking. You search his thoughts. You burrow and rankle in his heart! Your clutch is on his life, ...	1
82	Robyn-Harding-The-Drowning-Woman.txt	10	weapon is gone. Hazel undoubtedly took it. Was Jesse stabbed with my knife? Am I going to be framed for his murder? A shopping cart crashes into a post, and I jump, my heart hammering in my throat. I need to get out of here. Someone could be looking for me right now. Righting myself, I fumble with the keys in the ignit...	0
22	Lord of the Flies.txt	6	the woods or down by the rocks. He turned and looked out to sea. Here, on the other side of the island, the view was utterly different. The filmy enchantments of mirage could not endure the cold ocean water and the horizon was hard, clipped blue. Ralph wandered down to the rocks. Down here, almost on a level with the s...	1
18	Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy.txt	87	in particular, stood in a spray of ferns and yellow flowers and next to it a stone sundial pedestal housed the main computer terminal. Cunningly deployed lighting and mirrors created the illusion of standing in a conservatory overlooking a wide stretch of exquisitely manicured garden. Around the periphery of the conser...	1
6	Bartleby the Scrivener A Story of Wall Street.txt	98	his hermitage. It was rather weak in me I confess, but his manner on this occasion nettled me. Not only did there seem to lurk in it a certain calm disdain, but his perverseness seemed ungrateful, considering the undeniable good usage and indulgence he had received from me. Again I sat ruminating what I should do. Mort...	1
17	Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.txt	85	and closed it quickly. "Where was I?" said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight. "He's not going," he said. Hagrid grunted. "I'd like ter see a great Muggle like you stop him," he said. "A what?" said Harry, interested. "A Muggle," said Hagrid, "it...	1
52	A-Living-Remedy.txt	39	ever remember seeing, Mom sighed and squeezed my hand. Quite a send-off. My father never feels closer or farther away than when I return to this place to find him gone. Now I’m walking a dog he never met, wondering if he knows what my mother is facing; what we are going through without him. I turn around, the mountains...	0
36	The House of the Seven Gables.txt	70	that was capable of heaven. "Hepzibah," asked Clifford, after watching Phoebe to the corner, "do you never go to church?" "No, Clifford!" she replied,--"not these many, many years!" "Were I to be there," he rejoined, "it seems to me that I could pray once more, when so many human souls were praying all around me!" She ...	1
93	The-Silver-Ladies-Do-Lunch.txt	27	he and Albert fought over me first. Albert and Joyce didn’t last long, but Eddie and I were made for each other. Keepers, that’s the word they use nowadays.’ ‘So what happened?’ ‘Joyce happened. She drank too much one evening when Eddie and I and she were out together. He took me home first – he had a car – then he arr...	0
13	Fifty-Shades-Of-Grey.txt	67	more, and wisely makes no comment on my mother’s lack of maternal concern. I feel rather than hear the buzz of his BlackBerry. He doesn’t let me stand up but fishes it awk- wardly out of his pocket. “Andrea,” he snaps, businesslike again. I make another move to stand and he stops me, frowning and holding me tightly aro...	1
9	Dracula.txt	72	persons, and I never saw the man angry, nor heard the dog bark. During the service the dog would not come to its master, who was on the seat with us, but kept a few yards off, barking and howling. Its master spoke to it gently, and then harshly, and then angrily. But it would neither come nor cease to make a noise. It ...	1
68	I-Have-Some-Questions-for-You.txt	7	Jasmine put on a month-long performance piece in Washington Square Park, during which she ate only the food people brought her and wore only the clothes people brought her. How this wasn’t just vagrancy and an insult to the homeless, I was unsure. It garnered enough attention that in January she was the subject of a le...	0
63	Hannah Whitten - The Foxglove King-Orbit (2023).txt	18	still holding the dagger at Bastian’s neck and Bastian looking singularly unbothered by it. It came to Lore to break the silence, since Gabe and Bastian seemed able to sit in it for hours. She rounded on the Sun Prince. “Do you have someone following us?” “Of course not. I followed you.” With a flick of his eyes toward...	0
9	Dracula.txt	71	with myself. And three proposals! But, for goodness' sake, don't tell any of the girls, or they would be getting all sorts of extravagant ideas, and imagining themselves injured and slighted if in their very first day at home they did not get six at least. Some girls are so vain! You and I, Mina dear, who are engaged a...	1
64	Happy Place.txt	23	has to be bred into you across centuries.” “I’m sure,” he says. “I’m not like that, by the way.” “Gently bred to laugh through your nose?” His chin tips, his gaze knowing. “The impression you have of me. I don’t play with people’s feelings. I have rules.” “Rules?” I say. “Such as?” “Such as, never tell the rules to som...	0
12	Fahrenheit 451.txt	42	massive jolts of morphine or procaine. The pawn was then tossed in the incinerator. A new game began. Montag stayed upstairs most nights when this went on. There had been a time two years ago when he had bet with the best of them, and lost a week's salary and faced Mildred's insane anger, which showed itself in veins a...	1
24	Of Human Bondage.txt	7	now that work was over, sauntered out of the garden. The women went back to the huts to clean up and prepare the supper, while a good many of the men strolled down the road to the public-house. A glass of beer was very pleasant after the day's work. The Athelnys' bin was the last to be dealt with. When the measurer cam...	1
32	The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.txt	35	Tom's tooth with a loop and tied the other to the bedpost. Then she seized the chunk of fire and suddenly thrust it almost into the boy's face. The tooth hung dangling by the bedpost, now. But all trials bring their compensations. As Tom wended to school after breakfast, he was the envy of every boy he met because the ...	1
25	Oliver Twist.txt	9	derivable from kicking an unoffending animal to allay them, is matter for argument and consideration. Whatever was the cause, the effect was a kick and a curse, bestowed upon the dog simultaneously. Dogs are not generally apt to revenge injuries inflicted upon them by their masters; but Mr. Sikes's dog, having faults o...	1
95	USS-Lincoln.txt	62	Hardy wore a too-small-for-his-size biker-style leather vest. Unfortunately, Iris was no more—had died while heroically fighting the Ziu. And while this Tina fairy had relentlessly tried to tell Hardy that she was actually Iris, inhabiting the Tina fairy form, Hardy had yet to accept her as … well, Iris. I told you it ...	0
77	Maame.txt	81	into a small room with dimmed lights and candles in the corner. My hands start to shake, and I don’t know where to look. Then I see him and a helpless cry escapes before Ros even manages to close the door behind her. No. “Oh, Dad.” The coffin lid is propped up, resting against the wall. Waiting. That’s it. He really is...	0
43	The Turn of the Screw.txt	81	necessary) that if I'm to be reproached with having done nothing again about more school--" "Yes, miss--" my companion pressed me. "Well, there's that awful reason." There were now clearly so many of these for my poor colleague that she was excusable for being vague. "But--a-- which?" "Why, the letter from his old plac...	1
37	The Hunger Games.txt	12	to the mutts, Peeta is sure to die with him. We’ve reached a stalemate. I can’t shoot Cato without killing Peeta, too. He can’t kill Peeta with- 330 out guaranteeing an arrow in his brain. We stand like statues, both of us seeking an out. My muscles are strained so tightly, they feel they might snap at any moment. My t...	1
91	The-One.txt	18	that what this is? You’re getting back at me?” She smiles. “I just wanted to have a nice weekend. And didn’t want to sit around the house all by myself.” “So, you went to the San Juans all by yourself?” “Yep.” He sets his jaw in the way he always does when he’s pissed. As he should be. Ethan sets his beer on the counte...	0
50	A Day of Fallen Night.txt	12	before she passed. He shook his head and returned to his needlework. Siyu lay on top of the covers, one arm tucked under her head, hair swept over her face. Tunuva sat beside her and brushed a few dark strands behind her ear. She had slept this way since she was a child. Stirring, she opened her eyes and blinked up at ...	0
86	Tessa-Bailey-Unfortunately-Yours.txt	21	League photos? His mother would have had Natalie on her couch in the den for a week methodically going through each year of his life on film, and Natalie deserved that same consideration. To Corinne’s credit, the lack of photographic evidence of what must have been a beautifully impish daughter seemed to give her pause...	0
97	What-Dreams-May-Come.txt	54	sending blazing heat into her cheeks, told Lucy that Simon Calloway had no idea what to make of her, and she rather liked that. Mr. Granger had always acted as though he understood everything she could possibly want, and the fact that Simon had to work to know her and was still trying made her like him all the more. “Y...	0
13	Fifty-Shades-Of-Grey.txt	34	And I shall behave. I mean how much trouble can I get into with Kate? Anastasia Grey Commissioning Editor, SIP I hit send and sip my latte, courtesy of Hannah. Who knew I’d grow to love cof- fee? Despite the fact that I’m going out this evening with Kate, I feel like a chunk of me is missing. At the moment, it’s thirty...	1
98	Yellowface.txt	8	and we’re expecting at least a few to run something positive. No, we’re probably not going to get a profile in the New Yorker, though perhaps a few books down the road we can talk. I have actual money now, so I hire a photographer to take a new set of author photos. My old set was done by my sister’s friend from colleg...	0
80	Rachel-Lynn-Solomon-Business-or-Pleasure.txt	74	rehydrate me at this point. “This feels like the opposite of what we were saying last night.” I try to laugh, but there isn’t enough air in my lungs. Maybe even in the whole state of Oregon. “I want to learn.” He pushes a wayward strand of hair back into place, but it’s no match for the wind. “I was up half the night g...	0
29	Tarzan of the Apes.txt	31	hear the conversation which followed. "Wait," cried Professor Porter, as Tarzan was about to follow. The professor had been stricken dumb with surprise by the rapid developments of the past few minutes. "Before we go further, sir, I should like an explanation of the events which have just transpired. By what right, sir...	1
48	Wuthering Heights.txt	61	entering the house I looked about for some one to give informa- tion of Catherine. The place was filled with sunshine, and the door stood wide open, but nobody seemed at hand. As I hesitated whether to go off at once or return and seek my mistress, a slight cough drew my atten- tion to the hearth. Linton lay on the set...	1
52	A-Living-Remedy.txt	98	learned that if I acknowledge it instead, give it some of my attention, it may quiet, its warning delivered. It has taken time to understand the ways in which grief can interact with and feed my anxiety; sometimes, I think, I lean too far into it, let my mind run away with worrying and planning, so that grief is not al...	0
56	Christina Lauren - The True Love Experiment.txt	31	get excited about.” “Can’t argue with that,” he says with a grin. “But they’re writing you in anyway. Apparently, Daddy Prince, they love your deep voice and your sexy accent, and the way you and Fizzy banter.” He glances up at the sound of my stifled mortification. “Oh, come on, stop looking so horrified. ‘Daddy Princ...	0
74	Kristy-Woodson-Harvey-The-Summer-of-Songbirds.txt	29	cross my arms. “Bryce, for most of my life I didn’t have anyone who cared whether I ate dinner, let alone became successful in business, so you aren’t going to out–sob story me.” “Okay, fine. But do you know how utterly humiliating it was to have to run to my mother, to have to beg her to save me because it was all smo...	0
12	Fahrenheit 451.txt	73	favourite subject, Myself."' He squinted at the wall. " `The favourite subject, Myself."' "I understand that one," said Mildred. "But Clarisse's favourite subject wasn't herself. It was everyone else, and me. She was the first person in a good many years I've really liked. She was the first person I can remember who lo...	1
20	Jane Eyre.txt	85	in my pencil. I pondered the mystery a minute or two; but finding it insolvable, and being certain it could not be of much moment, I dismissed and soon forgot i...	1
4	Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.txt	97	the doorway; `and even if my head would go through,' thought poor Alice, `it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only know how to begin.' For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think th...	1
73	Kika-Hatzopoulou-Threads-That-Bi.txt	56	and bulky, skin cross-stitched with wrinkles and nautical tattoos. Not much work for sailors nowadays; the seas grew rougher by the year, tidal waves upending boats into the dark waters. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “The lady wants to bet? You’re lucky—I got new ones today. Should be a real fight.” “How does it wor...	0
2	A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.txt	8	of which there appeared an image of himself, grown older and sadder, standing in a moonlit garden with Mercedes who had so many years before slighted his love, and with a sadly proud gesture of refusal, saying: --Madam, I never eat muscatel grapes. He became the ally of a boy named Aubrey Mills and founded with him a g...	1
39	The Mysteries of Udolpho.txt	41	his domestics. Emily seldom opposed her father's wishes by questions or remonstrances, or she would now have asked why he did not take a servant, and have represented that his infirm health made one almost necessary. But when, on the eve of their departure, she found that he had dismissed Jacques, Francis, and Mary, an...	1
3	Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.txt	66	took my paddle and slid out from shore just a step or two, and then let the canoe drop along down amongst the shadows. The moon was shining, and out- side of the shadows it made it most as light as day. I poked along well on to an hour, everything still as rocks and sound asleep. Well, by this time I was most down to t...	1
92	The-Scorched-Throne-1-Sara-Hashe.txt	65	open the wardrobe doors, searching for any hidden jewelry chests. “Why would it?” Sefa moved to the opposite bedside table. “Just because I have no interest in such affairs does not mean I expect the same from Marek.” My curiosity chose this inopportune moment to demand satisfaction. I flipped the cushions on Vaida’s c...	0
37	The Hunger Games.txt	89	fills my mouth. Nervousness seeps into terror as I anticipate what is to come. I could be dead, flat-out dead, in an hour. Not even. My fingers obsessively trace the hard little lump on my forearm where the woman injected the tracking device. I press on it, even though it hurts, I press on it so hard a small bruise be-...	1
38	The Invisible Man- A Grotesque Romance.txt	99	and despairing at his intolerable fate, and sheltering at last, heated and weary, amid the thickets of Hintondean, to piece together again his shattered schemes against his species. That seems the most probable refuge for him, for there it was he re-asserted himself in a grimly tragical manner about two in the afternoo...	1
50	A Day of Fallen Night.txt	81	a gentle press, testing its depth. ‘I must have stumbled.’ ‘But why would you go out in the dark, without anything to keep you warm?’ ‘I was foolish.’ She sounded tired. ‘I panicked, Dumai. I remembered the storm that froze your fingers, how many died on the mountain that night. I didn’t want to lose anyone else.’ ‘The...	0
17	Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.txt	32	a roll of parchment. With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that Harry could read upside down: Dear Professor Dumbledore, Given Harry his letter. Taking him to buy his things tomorrow. Weather's horrible. Hope you're well. Hagrid Hagrid rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which clamped it in its beak...	1
18	Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy.txt	41	to program it to say What? and I don't understand and Where's the tea? - who'd know the difference?" "What?" cried Arthur, backing away still further. "See what I mean?" said Zaphod and howled with pain because of something that Trillian did at that moment. "I'd notice the difference," said Arthur. "No you wouldn't," s...	1
88	The-Housekeepers.txt	70	do what?” Hephzibah’s eyes darkened. “To—charm someone,” Winnie said, casting about for the right word. She couldn’t afford to be overheard. She wasn’t used to this sort of business at all. “Charm someone?” “Yes! The way only you could do it.” The silence was dreadful. Hephzibah took another cherry, examined it. “Not a...	0
16	Great Expectations.txt	92	opposite, the latter was always disposed to resent him as a direct personal affront. He now retorted in a coarse lumpish way, and Startop tried to turn the discussion aside with some small pleasantry that made us all laugh. Resenting this little success more than anything, Drummle, without any threat or warning, pulled...	1
81	Riley-Sager-The-Only-One-Left.txt	78	because, just like Archie, I doubt Mrs. Baker will be honest about it. Also, I see no reason to make myself a target. If I’m not one already. Because her revelation that she’ll inherit Hope’s End makes me suspect there are secrets Mrs. Baker would do anything to keep. And that she had every reason in the world to kill ...	0

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