Lost Lady, A

Lost Lady, A

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Thirty or forty years ago, in one of those grey towns along the Burlington railroad, which are so much greyer to-day than they were then, there was a house well known from Omaha to Denver for its hospitality and for a certain charm of atmosphere. More info →
My Antonia

My Antonia

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I first heard of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America. More info →
Paul’s Case
Professor’s House, The

Professor’s House, The

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The moving was over and done. More info →
O Pioneers!

O Pioneers!

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One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away. More info →
Death Comes for the Archbishop

Death Comes for the Archbishop

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One summer evening in the year 1848, three Cardinals and a missionary were dining together in the gardens of a villa in the Sabine hills, overlooking Rome. More info →
One of Ours

One of Ours

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Claude Wheeler opened his eyes before the sun was up and vigorously shook his younger brother, who lay in the other half of the same bed. More info →