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16 April 2011

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

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The Red Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

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Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter

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The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan

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Persuasion by Jane Austen

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"Glowing and lovely in sensibility and happiness, and more generally admired than she thought about or cared for, she had cheerful or forbearing feelings for every creature around her."
~Persuasion, Ch. 23

Our Day: In the Light of Prophecy by W. A. Spicer

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Othello by William Shakespeare

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The Origin of Species by Charles Darwin

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One of Ours by Willa Cather

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O Pioneers! by Willa Cather

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Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare

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The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins

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A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare

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A Lost Lady by Willa Cather

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Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

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"Margaret, the eldest of the four, was sixteen, and very pretty, being plump and fair, with large eyes, plenty of soft brown hair, a sweet mouth, and white hands, of which she was rather vain. Fifteen-year-old Jo was very tall, thin, and brown, and reminded one of a colt, for she never seemed to know what to do with her long limbs, which were very much in her way. She had a decided mouth, a comical nose, and sharp, gray eyes, which appeared to see everything, and were by turns fierce, funny, or thoughtful. Her long, thick hair was her one beauty, but it was usually bundled into a net, to be out of her way. Round shoulders had Jo, big hands and feet, a flyaway look to her clothes, and the uncomfortable appearance of a girl who was rapidly shooting up into a woman and didn’t like it. Elizabeth, or Beth, as everyone called her, was a rosy, smooth-haired, bright-eyed girl of thirteen, with a shy manner, a timid voice, and a peaceful expression which was seldom disturbed. Her father called her ‘Little Miss Tranquility’, and the name suited her excellently, for she seemed to live in a happy world of her own, only venturing out to meet the few whom she trusted and loved. Amy, though the youngest, was a most important person, in her own opinion at least. A regular snow maiden, with blue eyes, and yellow hair curling on her shoulders, pale and slender, and always carrying herself like a young lady mindful of her manners. What the characters of the four sisters were we will leave to be found out."
Ch. 1,  Little Women


A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett

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"Whatever comes," she said, "cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it." 
~A Little Princess,  Ch. 11

King Lear by William Shakespeare

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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

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Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

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"It was enough that in yonder closet, opposite my dressing-table, garments said to be hers had already displaced my black stuff Lowood frock and straw bonnet: for not to me appertained that suit of wedding raiment; the pearl-coloured robe, the vapoury veil pendent from the usurped portmanteau.  I shut the closet to conceal the strange, wraith-like apparel it contained; which, at this evening hour—nine o’clock—gave out certainly a most ghostly shimmer through the shadow of my apartment.  'I will leave you by yourself, white dream,' I said.  'I am feverish: I hear the wind blowing: I will go out of doors and feel it.'"
~Jane Eyre, Ch. 25

The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells

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