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The Prisoner of Zenda

By: Anthony Hope

Excerpt: Chapter 1. THE Rassendylls?With a Word on the Elphbergs. ?I wonder when in the world you?re going to do anything, Rudolf?? said my brother?s wife. ?My dear Rose,? I answered, laying down my egg?spoon, ?why in the world should I do anything? My position is a comfortable one. I have an income nearly sufficient for my wants (no one?s income is ever quite sufficient, you know), I enjoy an enviable social position: I am brother to Lord Burlesdon, and brother?in?law t...

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The Prisoner of Zenda

By: Anthony Hope

Excerpt: Chapter 1. THE Rassendylls?With a Word on the Elphbergs. ?I wonder when in the world you?re going to do anything, Rudolf?? said my brother?s wife. ?My dear Rose,? I answered, laying down my egg?spoon, ?why in the world should I do anything? My position is a comfortable one. I have an income nearly sufficient for my wants (no one?s income is ever quite sufficient, you know), I enjoy an enviable social position: I am brother to Lord Burlesdon, and brother?in?law t...

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Zeneida by M. De Cahusac

By: Frank J. Morlock

Excerpt: THE FAIRY. There you are Zeneida, a bit compensated For the retreat in which you are living in here. But where did this new care arise from In which your soul seems plunged? I've transported you to places embellished By Art, Nature, and the Graces, And yet in your softened eyes I am finding traces of an intense sorrow? You are sighing? Admit frankly That the fest for you had some pleasure. The ball amused you; this Palace bores you. ZENEIDA. Lovable Fairy, it is...

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The First Epistle. To All the Bishops of Sicily

By: Zephyrinus

Excerpt: OF THE FINAL DECISION OF THE TRIALS OF BISHOPS, AND GRAVER ECCLESIASTICAL CASES IN THE SEAT OF THE APOSTLES. ZEPHYRINUS, archbishop of the city of Rome, to all the bishops settled in Sicily, in the Lord, greeting. We ought to be mindful of the grace of God to us, which in His own merciful regard has raised us for this purpose to the summit of priestly honour, that, abiding by His commandments, and appointed in a certain supervision of His priests, we may prohibi...

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The Second Epistle. To the Bishops of the Province of Egypt

By: Zephyrinus

Excerpt: ZEPHYRINUS, archbishop of the city of Rome, to the most beloved brethren who serve the Lord in Egypt. So great trust have we received from the Lord, the Founder of this holy seat and of the apostolic church, and from the blessed Peter, chief of the apostles, that we may labour with unwearied affection(1) for the universal Church which has been redeemed by the blood of Christ, and aid all who serve the Lord, and give help to all who live piously by apostolic auth...

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A Man by the Name of Ziegler

By: Hermann Hesse

Excerpt: There was once a young man by the name of Ziegler, who lived on Brauergasse. He was one of those people we see every day on the street, whose faces we can never really remember, because they all have the same face: a collective face. Ziegler was everything and did everything that such people always are and do. He was not stupid, but neither was he gifted; he loved money and pleasure, liked to dress well, and was as cowardly as most people: his life and activitie...

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The Romance of Zion Chapel [3D Ed.]

By: Richard Le Gallienne

Excerpt: Chapter 1. OF A CURIOUS MEETING OF EXTREMES. On the dreary suburban edge of a very old, very ignorant, very sooty, hardhearted, stony?streeted, meanly grim, little provincial town there stands a gasometer. On one side of this gasometer begins a region of disappointed fields, which, however, has hardly begun before a railway embankment cuts across, at an angle convenient for its entirely obscuring the few meadows and trees that in this desolate land do duty for a...

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Ziska

By: Marie Corelli

Prologue: Dark against the sky towered the Great Pyramid, and over its apex hung the moon. Like a wreck cast ashore by some titanic storm, the Sphinx, reposing amid the undulating waves of grayish sand surrounding it, seemed for once to drowse. Its solemn visage that had impassively watched ages come and go, empires rise and fall, and generations of men live and die, appeared for the moment to have lost its usual expression of speculative wisdom and intense disdain its c...

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Queen Zixi of IX : Or the Story of the Magic Cloak

By: Frank L. Baum

Excerpt: Chapter 1. THE WEAVING OF THE MAGIC CLOAK. The fairies assembled one moonlit night in a pretty clearing of the ancient forest of Burzee. The clearing was in the form of a circle, and all around stood giant oak and fir trees, while in the center the grass grew green and soft as velvet. If any mo rtal had ever penetrated so far into the great forest and could have looked upon the fairy circle by daylight, he might perhaps have seen a tiny path worn in the grass by...

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A Zola Dictionary

By: J.G. Patterson

Introduction: Emile Zola was born at Paris on 2nd April, 1840. His father, Francois Zola, was a man whose career up to that time had not been a success, though this was not due to any lack of energy or ability. Zola pere was of mixed nationality, his father being an Italian and his mother a Greek, and it is not unlikely that his unrest and want of concentration were due to the accident of his parentage. When quite a young man, Francois fought under the great Napoleon, af...

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Z. Marcas

By: Honore De Balzac

Excerpt: I never saw anybody, not even among the most remarkable men of the day, whose appearance was so striking as this man?s; the study of his countenance at first gave me a feeling of great melancholy, and at last produced an almost painful impression. There was a certain harmony between the man and his name. The Z. preceding Marcas, which was seen on the addresses of his letters, and which he never omitted from his signature, as the last letter of the alphabet, sugg...

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Zone Policeman 88

By: Harry A. Franck

Excerpt: Chapter One. Strip by strip there opened out before me, as I climbed the ?Thousand Stairs? to the red?roofed Administration Building, the broad panorama of Panama and her bay; below, the city of closely packed roofs and three?topped plazas compressed in a scallop of the sun?gleaming Pacific, with its peaked and wooded islands to far Taboga tilting motionless away to the curve of the earth; behind, the low, irregular jungled hills stretching hazily off into South...

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Across the Zodiac

By: Percy Greg

Excerpt: Chapter 1?SHIPWRECK. Once only, in the occasional travelling of thirty years, did I lose any important article of luggage; and that loss occurred, not under the haphazard, devil?take?the?hindmost confusion of English, or the elaborate misrule of Continental journeys, but through the absolute perfection and democratic despotism of the American system. I had to give up a visit to the scenery of Cooper?s best Indian novels?no slight sacrifice?and hasten at once to ...

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The Flood

By: Emile Zola

Excerpt: My name is Louis Roubien. I am seventy years old. I was born in the village of Saint?Jory, several miles up the Garonne from Toulouse. For fourteen years I battled with the earth for my daily bread. At last, prosperity smiled on we, and last month I was still the richest farmer in the parish. Our house seemed blessed, happiness reigned there. The sun was our brother, and I cannot recall a bad crop. We were almost a dozen on the farm. There was myself, still hale...

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The Zeppelin's Passenger

By: E. Phillips Oppenheim

Excerpt: Chapter One. ?Never heard a sound,? the younger of the afternoon callers admitted, getting rid of his empty cup and leaning forward in his low chair. ?No more tea, thank you, Miss Fairclough. Done splendidly, thanks. No, I went to bed last night soon after eleven?the Colonel had been route marching us all off our legs and I never awoke until reveille this morning. Sleep of the just, and all that sort of thing, but a jolly sell, all the same! You hear anything of...

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Zuleika Dobson

By: Max Beerbohm

Excerpt: That old bell, presage of a train, had just sounded through Oxford station; and the undergraduates who were waiting there, gay figures in tweed or flannel, moved to the margin of the platform and gazed idly up the line. Young and careless, in the glow of the afternoon sunshine, they struck a sharp note of incongruity with the worn boards they stood on, with the fading signals and grey eternal walls of that antique station, which, familiar to them and insignifica...

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