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Bliss And Other Stories by Katherine Mansfield
The fat creaking body leaned across the gate, and the big jelly of a face smiled. "Dod't you worry, Brs. Burnell. Loddie and Kezia can have tea with my chudren in the dursery, and I'll see theb on the dray afterwards."

Mae Madden by Mary Murdoch Mason
"Away from everything and everybody we know. I do really think it is like dying,--don't you, Mr. Mann?" Mae turned abruptly and faced the young man by her side.

Halcyone by Elinor Glyn
She climbed through and stole along the orchard and up to the house. Signs of mending were around the windows, in the shape of a new board here and there in the shutters; but nothing further.

Elizabeth Visits America by Elinor Glyn
If I had known how Harry was going to behave to me over such a simple thing as the Vicomte's letter, I could never have let you take the children with you to Arcachon for these next months -- I am feeling so lonely.

The Reason Why by Elinor Glyn
"Yes, Francis, my friend, the game here is played out; I am thirty, and there is nothing interesting left for me to do but emigrate to Canada, for a while at least, and take up a ranch."

The Reflections of Ambrosine by Elinor Glyn
I have wondered sometimes if there are not perhaps some disadvantages in having really blue blood in one's veins, like grandmamma and me. For instance, if we were ordinary, common people our teeth would chatter naturally with cold when we have to go to bed without fires in our rooms in December

The Point of View by Elinor Glyn
The restaurant of the Grand Hotel in Rome was filling up. People were dining rather late--it was the end of May and the entertainments were lessening, so they could dawdle over their repasts and smoke their cigarettes in peace.

The Visits of Elizabeth by Elinor Glyn
I rang the bell, and this time didn't fall over anything, and so presently I got some tea. Just as I was enjoying such a nice cake, and watching all the people, quite a decent man came up and sat down behind me.

A Story Of To-Day by Margret Howth
The steps were but a long ladder set in the wall, not the great staircase used by the hands: that was on the other side of the factory. It was a huge, unwieldy building, such as crowd the suburbs of trading towns.

The Joys of Being a Woman by Winifred Kirkland
Only childlike feet can follow the feet of fairies. The self-annalist whose essays warm our hearts with friendship, must be one who sips the wine of mirth when all alone with his own Self.

In A German Pension by Katherine Mansfield
At that moment the postman, looking like a German army officer, came in with the mail. He threw my letters into my milk pudding, and then turned to a waitress and whispered.

The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield
One hand was crammed into his belt, the other grasped a beautifully smooth yellow stick. And as he walked, taking his time, he kept up a very soft light whistling, an airy, far-away fluting that sounded mournful and tender.

The Four Epochs Of Woman's Life by Anna M. Galbraith, M.D.
The masses of women have at last awakened to a sense of the awful penalties which they have paid for their ignorance of all those laws of nature which govern their physical being, and to feel keenly the necessity for instruction at least in the fundamental principles which underlie the various epochs of their lives

The Little Colonel by Annie Fellows Johnston
At the far end they could see the white pillars of a large stone house gleaming through the Virginia creeper that nearly covered it. But they could not see the old Colonel in his big chair on the porch behind the cool screen of vines.

The Gate Of The Giant Scissors by Annie Fellows Johnston
She was tired of the garden with the high stone wall around it, that made her feel like a prisoner; she was tired of French verbs and foreign faces; she was tired of France, and so homesick for her mother and Jack and Holland and the baby, that she couldn't help crying.

Other Things Being Equal by Emma Wolf
So removed was she in spirit from her surroundings that she heard with an obvious start a knock at the door. The knock was immediately followed by a smiling, plump young woman, sparkling of eye, rosy of cheek, and glistening with jewels and silk.

Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe
"Some folks don't believe there is pious niggers Shelby," said Haley, with a candid flourish of his hand, "but I do . I had a fellow, now, in this yer last lot I took to Orleans

Queer Little Folks by Harriet Beecher Stowe
I can't say that at first Mrs. Feathertop was a very sensible hen. She was very pretty and lively, to be sure, and a great favourite with Master Bolton Gray Cock, on account of her bright eyes, her finely shaded feathers, and certain saucy dashing ways that she had which seemed greatly to take his fancy

Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter
Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June morning. Miss Polly did not usually make hurried movements; she specially prided herself on her repose of manner. But to-day she was hurrying -- actually hurrying.

Pollyanna Grows Up by Eleanor H. Porter
" Yes, it's Della," smiled that young woman, blithely, already halfway across the room. " I've come from an over-Sunday at the beach with two of the other nurses, and I'm on my way back to the Sanatorium now.

Across the Years by Eleanor H. Porter
For a time the man by the hall door watched in silent amazement; then with a low ejaculation he softly let himself out of the house, and hurried back to the hotel.

Oh, Money! Money! by Eleanor H. Porter
"I'm not a marrying man. I never did care much for women; and--I'm not fool enough to think that a woman would be apt to fall in love with my bald head.

Dawn by Eleanor H. Porter
It was on his fourteenth birthday that Keith Burton discovered the Great Terror, though he did not know it by that name until some days afterward.

Miss Billie Married by Eleanor H. Porter
Well, it's all over with, and they're married. I couldn't do one thing to prevent it. Much as ever as they would even listen to what I had to say -- and when they knew how I had hurried East to say it, too, with only two hours' notice!

Miss Billie's Decision by Eleanor H. Porter
Billy dropped her pen, sprang to her feet, flew to the little woman's side and whirled her half across the room.

Mary Marie By Eleanor H. Porter
None of the other girls have got a divorce in their families, and I always did like to be different. Besides, it ought to be awfully interesting, more so than just living along, common, with your father and mother in the same house all the time

Just David By Eleanor H.Porter
Far up on the mountain-side stood alone in the clearing. It was roughly yet warmly built. Behind it jagged cliffs broke the north wind, and towered gray-white in the sunshine.

Miss Billy By Eleanor H.Porter
Billy Neilson was eighteen years old when the aunt, who had brought her up from babyhood, died. Miss Benton's death left Billy quite alone in the world--alone, and peculiarly forlorn.

A Haunted House by Virginia Woolf
But they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one could ever see them. The window panes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves were green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing room, the apple only turned its yellow side.

My Little Sister by Elizabeth Robins
But the impression was stamped deep. No one outside the family at Duncombe was ever to kiss Bettina. Or even to kiss me -- which I remember thinking a pity.

The Mills of the Gods by Elizabeth Robins
He was driving in the Engadine the following summer -- not the first time, for he was a famous whip. But for this occasion Monsieur Binder of Paris had turned out a new and marvellous coach after Bellucci's own design.

The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf
As the streets that lead from the Strand to the Embankment are very narrow, it is better not to walk down them arm-in-arm. If you persist, lawyers' clerks will have to make flying leaps into the mud; young lady typists will have to fidget behind you. In the streets of London where beauty goes unregarded, eccentricity must pay the penalty, and it is better not to be very tall, to wear a long blue cloak, or to beat the air with your left hand.

The Waves by Virginia Woolf

Three Guineas by Virginia Woolf

Selected short stories by Virginia Woolf

Selected essays by Virginia Woolf

A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

Orlando by Virginia Woolf

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

Night and Day by Virginia Woolf

Jacob's Room by Virginia Woolf

Guardians

Every day I move off this planet and glide
Sometimes above the misty home but at other times
Among the planets and moons of my souls
Hearing the music that is within me
Waiting to burst out when I learn
Lessons.

Learning means more than memory it means change
Making efforts to replace habits with obedience
Every event will be new as we approach the new worlds
Habits will not save us but only mind and spirit.
Listening.

Hearing the guiding voices as they speak to us
Saying you can not do this even though you made
Every plan to function in this one way but
No one foresaw these fresh events unfolding
As it does before our sensors and it can be
That you want to deny, but denial is death
Believe.

That tune is repeating again in your brain
Now think clearly. Is this not what we came here for?
We have been freed from habit and given a new life
Even imagination will not withstand these realities
A man in Persia anticipated a new man becoming whole
Messenger.

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