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... Boston in the minds of many , -not only through The Rise of Silas Lapham , -and Henry James , like Santayana , who was never at home in the town , did some of his best work in it or about it . But in the eighteen seventies and eighties ...
... Boston in the minds of many , -not only through The Rise of Silas Lapham , -and Henry James , like Santayana , who was never at home in the town , did some of his best work in it or about it . But in the eighteen seventies and eighties ...
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... Boston ? " " I cannot tell precisely ; it seems a considerable time . " " But how did you and your child become so wet ? It has not rained here to - day . " " It has just rained a heavy shower up the river . But I shall not reach Boston ...
... Boston ? " " I cannot tell precisely ; it seems a considerable time . " " But how did you and your child become so wet ? It has not rained here to - day . " " It has just rained a heavy shower up the river . But I shall not reach Boston ...
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Van Wyck Brooks. " Why , this is Boston , the city of Boston ; I know of no other Boston . " " City of Boston it may be ; but it is not the Boston where I live . I recollect now , I came over a bridge instead of a ferry . Pray , what ...
Van Wyck Brooks. " Why , this is Boston , the city of Boston ; I know of no other Boston . " " City of Boston it may be ; but it is not the Boston where I live . I recollect now , I came over a bridge instead of a ferry . Pray , what ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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