It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
It was a pleasure to burn.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
'Where's Papa going with that axe?' said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast.
It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers.
This is the saddest story I have ever heard.
All this happened, more or less.
There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.
Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if you’re dead.
You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.
'Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents,' grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
'What’s it going to be then, eh?'
This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.
All children, except one, grow up.
He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.
It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.
A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.
My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
The beginning is simple to mark.
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.
Justice?—You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law.
Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home.
The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon.
My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie.
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