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Kayla Draney
Mar 1230 min read
At Love's Cost by Charles Garvice
"Until this moment I have never fully realized how great an ass a man can be. When I think that this morning I scurried through what ...
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Kayla Draney
Mar 1214 min read
Nell, of Shorne Mills; or, One Heart's Burden by Charles Garvice
"Dick, how many are twenty-seven and eight?"
The girl looked up, with narrow eyes and puckered brow, from the butcher's book, which she ...
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Kayla Draney
Mar 1212 min read
Just a Girl by Charles Garvice
There was really a lovely row on at Dan MacGrath’s Eldorado Saloon in Three Star Camp.
The saloon, a long and narrow room, built of ...
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Kayla Draney
Mar 1115 min read
The Spider and the Fly; or, An Undesired Love by Charles Garvice
It is sunset; a dusky red is spreading out from the horizon and throwing a duskier reflection upon the sullen sea and its more sullen ...
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Kayla Draney
Mar 615 min read
Wild Margaret by Charles Garvice
When the train drew up at the small station of Leyton Ferrers, which it did in the slowest and most lazy of fashions, two persons got ...
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Kayla Draney
Mar 69 min read
Adrien Leroy by Charles Garvice
It was a cold night in early spring, and the West End streets were nearly deserted. The great shutters of the shops were being drawn ...
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Kayla Draney
Mar 511 min read
Only One Love; or, Who Was the Heir by Charles Garvice
One summer’s evening a young man was tramping through the Forest of Warden. “Forest of Warden” sounds strange, old-fashioned, almost ...
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Kayla Draney
Mar 516 min read
Only a Girl's Love by Charles Garvice
It is a warm evening in early Summer; the sun is setting behind a long range of fir and yew-clad hills, at the feet of which twists in ...
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Kayla Draney
Mar 511 min read
Leslie's Loyalty by Charles Garvice
Nobody ever goes to Portmaris; that is to say, nobody who is anybody. It lies—but no matter, ours shall not be the hand to ruin its ...
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Kayla Draney
Feb 1311 min read
Olivia: or, It was for Her Sake by Charles Garvice
It was in the “merry month” of May, the “beautiful harbinger of summer,” as the poets call it; and one of those charming east winds that ...
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