The Christmas Present
Mary Clay looked out of the window of the old farmhouse. The view was dreary enough—hill and field and woodland, bare, colourless, mist-cove...Read More
Tess of the d’Urbervilles: A Pure Woman
Chapter 1 On an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was walking homeward from Shaston to the village of Marlott, in the adjo...Read More
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