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Grant Allen
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Grant Allen
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James Runciman / Grant Allen
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A Note on the Author by Grant Allen I knew James Runciman but little, and that little for the most part in the way of business. But ...
The Two Carnegies / Grant Allen
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I. "Harold," said Ernest Carnegie to his twin-brother at breakfast one morning, "have you got a tooth aching slightly...
The Third Time / Grant Allen
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I. If Harry Lewin had never come to Stoke Peveril, Edie Meredith would certainly have married her cousin Evan. For Evan Meredith...
The Gold Wulfric / Grant Allen
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PART I. I. There are only two gold coins of Wulfric of Mercia in existence anywhere. One of them is in the British Museum, and the...
The Beckoning Hand / Grant Allen
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I. I first met Césarine Vivian in the stalls at the Ambiguities Theatre. I had promised to take Mrs. Latham and Irene to see the...
Olga Davidoff's Husband / Grant Allen
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I. Tobolsk, though a Siberian metropolis, is really a very pleasant place to pass a winter in. Like the western American cities, whe...
My Uncle's Will / Grant Allen
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I. "My dear Mr. Payne," said my deceased uncle's lawyer with an emphatic wag of his forefinger, "I assure you the...
Melissa's Tour / Grant Allen
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Lucy looked across the table at me with a face of blank horror. "O Vernon," she cried, "what are we EVER to do? And an ...
Lucretia / Grant Allen
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I will acknowledge that I was certainly a very young man in the year '67; indeed, I was only just turned of twenty, and was inordi...
Isaline and I / Grant Allen
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I. "Well, Mademoiselle Isaline," I said, strolling out into the garden, "and who is the young cavalier with the black...
Harry's Inheritance / Grant Allen
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I. Colonel Sir Thomas Woolrych, K.C.B. (retired list), was a soldier of the old school, much attached to pipe-clay and purchase, and...
The Search Party's Find / Grant Allen
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I can stand it no longer. I must put down my confession on paper, since there is no living creature left to whom I can confess it. ...
Professor Milliter's Dilemma / Grant Allen
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The Gospel Evangelists were naturally very proud of Professor Milliter. A small and despised sect, with not many great, not many rich,...
John Cann's Treasure / Grant Allen
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Cecil Mitford sat at a desk in the Record Office with a stained and tattered sheet of dark dirty-brown antique paper spread before him...
In Strict Confidence / Grant Allen
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I. Harry Pallant was never more desperately in love with his wife Louie than on the night of that delightful dance at the Vernon Ogi...
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