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overcrowding and poverty, that "defied description", as"
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had an active social life and enjoyed telling stories
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Tom's Cabin, and she spent many hours acting out
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color of gold. I have short black hair and green eyes;
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secret garden that morning, and in the midst of
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nothing, and Mr. Havisham kept her from suspecting
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It was a long corridor and it branched into other corridors and it led her up short flights of steps which mounted to others again. There
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The very fact that she never made an impudent answer seemed to Miss Minchin a kind of impudence in itself.
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Sara saw that privately she could not help hoping very much that they would all be black, and would wear turbans,
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A body 'as to move gentle an' speak low when wild things is about.
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wilderness
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Bat ki chuyen gi xay ra," no noi, "cung khong the thay doi mot dieu. Neu minh la cong chua an mac rach ruoi thi minh van co the la mot cong chua trong tam hon. Se that de dang de lam mot cong chua neu minh mac quan ao dat vang, nhung luon la mot cong chua ma khong ai biet den lai la mot thang loi lon hon nhieu."
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that he should actually let her
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Por mas harapos y jirones que vista, en mi interior puedo seguir siendo una princesa. Maria Antonieta en prision, vestida de negro e insultada por su pueblo, tuvo mas altura que cuando todo iba bien en la corte de Versalles --seguia cavilando Sara --. Es facil parecer una princesa vistiendo ropajes de pano dorado, pero conducirse como tal sin que nadie lo sospeche, eso si que es un gran triunfo
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Lo considero un amigo, a veces sucede que se puede estimar a una persona aunque nunca se haya hablado con ella. Se las observa y se piensa en ellas, y se comparten sus preocupaciones.
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locations have been
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Seminary
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It was so new and big and wonderful and such a heavenly color.
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How dare you think?
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has the
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su petirrojo no se fuera de alli. Le hablo casi en un susurro. "!Bien, me has vencido!", se lo dijo tan"
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dream--the real--real dream.
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as if
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liked
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This novel was in a sense developed in stages. First published as a series in St. Nicholas Magazine in 1887 as Sara Crewe, or What Happened at Miss Minchin's, it proved extremely popular and Burnett followed this with an equally popular dramatisation of the serial, re-named The Little Princess. Burnett was then persuaded to re-write the fictional version under the new name, whilst including the numerous amendments she had made to the story ..
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I do not know whether many people realize how much more than is ever written there really is in a story -- how many parts of it are never told -- how much more really happened than there is in the book one holds in one's hand and pores over. Stories are something like letters. When a letter is written, how often one remembers things omitted and says, "Ah, why did I not tell them that?" In writing a book one relates all that one remembers at..
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But after a few days spent almost entirely out of doors she wakened
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When you will not fly into a passion people know you are stronger than they are, because you are strong enough to hold in your rage, and they are not, and they say stupid things they wish they hadn't said afterward. There's nothing so strong as rage, except what makes you hold it in--that's stronger. It's a good thing not to answer your enemies. I scarcely ever do.
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To see each of his ugly, selfish motives changed into a good and generous one by the simplicity of a child was a singular experience.
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When Miss Minchin sent her sister, Miss Amelia, to see what the child was doing, she found she could not open the door. "I have locked it," said a queer, polite little voice from inside. "I want to be quite by myself, if you please." Miss Amelia was fat and dumpy, and stood very much in awe of her sister. She was really the better-natured person of the two, but she never disobeyed Miss Minchin. She went downstairs again, looking almost alar..
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If tha' was a missel thrush an' showed me where thy nest was, does tha' think I'd tell any one? Not me," he said. "Tha' art as safe as a missel thrush." And she was quite sure she was."
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Do you love your father more than anything else in all the whole world?" Ermengarde's mouth fell open a little. She knew that it would be far from behaving like a respectable child at a select seminary to say that it had never occurred to you that you love your father, that you would do anything desperate to avoid being left alone in his society for ten minutes. She was, indeed, greatly embarrassed. "I--I scarcely ever see him," she stamm..
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Nature having made her for a giver -- had not the least idea what she meant to poor Becky, and how wonderful a benefactor she seemed. If Nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that -- warm things, kind things, sweet things, -- help and comfort and laughter, -- and sometimes gay, kind la..
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Medlock said I was to carry tha' breakfast an' tea an' dinner into th' room next to this. It's been made into a nursery for thee. I'll help thee on with thy clothes if tha'll get out o' bed. If th' buttons are at th' back tha' cannot button them up tha'self." When Mary at last decided to get up, the clothes Martha took from the wardrobe were not the ones she had worn when she arrived the night before"
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You don't know that you are saying these things to a princess, and that if I chose I could wave my hand and order you to execution. I only spare you because I am a princess, and you are a poor, stupid, old, vulgar thing, and don't know any better.
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I was thinking," she said. "Beg my pardon immediately," said Miss Minchin. "I will beg your pardon for laughing, if it was rude," said Sara; "but I won't beg your pardon for thinking."
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Por supuesto que debe haber mucha magia en el mundo- dijo sagazmente un dia-, pero la gente no sabe como es ni como hacerla. A lo mejor al principio es decir simplemente cosas bonitas que van a pasar hasta que haces que pasen
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Have you done your work?" she asked. "Dare you stay here a few minutes?" Becky lost her breath again. "Here, miss? Me?" Sara ran to the door, opened it, and looked out and listened. "No one is anywhere about," she explained. "If your bedrooms are finished, perhaps you might stay a tiny while. I thought--perhaps--you might like a piece of cake." The next ten minutes seemed to Becky like a sort of delirium."
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Mrs. Medlock, knowing Ben had come from the gardens, hoped that he might have caught sight of his master and even by chance of his meeting with Master Colin. "Did you see either of them, Weatherstaff?" she asked."
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Then I will chant," he said. And he began, looking like a strange boy spirit. "The sun is shining - the sun is shining. That is the Magic. The flowers are growing - the roots are stirring. That is the Magic. Being alive is the Magic - being strong is the Magic. The Magic is in me - the Magic is in me. It is in me - it is in me. It's in every one of us."
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nature-quotes
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Everything's a story. You are a story -I am a story". - Sara Crewe"
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inspirational
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As she sat down in one of the stiff mahogany chairs, Sara cast one of her quick looks about her. "I don't like it, papa," she said. "But then I dare say soldiers--even brave ones--don't really going into battle." Captain Crewe laughed outright at this. He was young and full of fun, and he never tired of hearing Sara's queer speeches. "Oh, little Sara," he said. "What shall I do when I have no one to say solemn things to me? No one else is..
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Oh, papa!" she cried. "There is Emily!" A flush had risen to her face and there was an expression in her green-gray eyes as if she had just recognized someone she was intimate with and fond of. "She is actually waiting there for us!" she said. "Let us go in to her." "Dear me," said Captain Crewe. "I feel as if we ought to have someone to introduce us." "You must introduce me and I will introduce you," said Sara. "But I knew her the minute ..
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Dickon's a kind lad an' animals likes him.
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Do you mean to tell me," she cried out, "that he left That Sara will have no fortune! That the child is a beggar! That she is left on my hands a little pauper instead of an heiress?" Mr. Barrow was a shrewd businessman, and felt it as well to make his own freedom from responsibility quite clear without any delay. "She is certainly left a beggar," he replied. "And she is certainly left on your hands, ma'am--as she hasn't a relation in the ..
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