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Showing posts with label Mary E. Wilkins Freeman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mary E. Wilkins Freeman. Show all posts

Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: The Shadows On The Wall

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"Henry had words with Edward in the study the night before Edward died," said Caroline Glynn. She was elderly, tall, and ...

Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: Old Woman Magoun

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The hamlet of Barry's Ford is situated in a sort of high valley among the mountains. Below it the hills lie in moveless curves like...

Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: The Twelfth Guest

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"I DON'T see how it happened, for my part," Mrs. Childs said. "Paulina, you set the table." "You coun...

Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: The great pine

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It was in the summertime that the great pine sang his loudest song of winter, for always the voice of the tree seemed to arouse in the ...

Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: The Lost Ghost

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Mrs. John Emerson, sitting with her needlework beside the window, looked out and saw Mrs. Rhoda Meserve coming down the street, and kne...

Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: Luella Miller

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Close to the village street stood the one-story house in which Luella Miller, who had an evil name in the village, had dwelt. She had b...
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