Diana's Short Stories

The first signs of the drama that would engulf Charleyville came just a week after Mr. Morley's arrival. A series of strange and inexplicable events began to take place, seemingly at random.

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Unfazed by his ominous words, Rowena decided to purchase the locket. She handed over her hard-earned coins and placed the locket around her neck. The gemstone seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and she could feel its power coursing through her. She knew, without a doubt, that her life was about to change.

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I suppose I wished to impress this plumber with my imperturbable calm. Upset as I was, I must have realized the impossibility of impressing the boy. Swaggering a little in my bath robe, I had said something jocular, I do not remember just what, about the rapid accretion of wealth by plumbers. He lit his pipe. 'Did you ever,' said he, 'know a plumber who had grown rich?'

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"Good work!" he applauded. "The old bus hardly swerved. Keep her as she's pointed now. We can't change her course, much less take off until we hit one of those inlets along the Connecticut shore, and smoother water. Brace yourself now  I'm going to slide out of this seat."

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I had resorted to a positive statement which I stoutly maintained. I could not see why those girls should doubt my word, even if the statement was startling. Of course it was unusual  that was why I had cited it. I have a fellow feeling for the Vassar student who, when asked by the resident woman physician what her paternal grandfather died of, and not knowing, but wishing not to seem ignorant, said, “I--I think he died in infancy.”

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At present, it seems reasonable to anticipate, replacing and enormously larger and more important than the classes of common workmen and mechanics of today, a large fairly homogeneous body big men and little men, indeed, but with no dividing lines of more or less expert mechanics and engineers, with a certain common minimum of education and intelligence, and probably a common class consciousness a new body, a new force, in the world's history.

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What the lowest class of women need is active brains to plan and think for them. There are plenty of these active brains at the West End, tingling with neuralgia, hot with idleness, dizzy with waltzing. Offer a government testimonial to the first girl of rank who will carry her brains to a market, and you will see what a throng of aspirants we shall have; letting it be understood, mind you, that the public feeling sustains the government testimonial.

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 What I want to get at the bottom of is this instinct that drives us to work apparently for work’s own sake.  What is this strange thing that gets upon our back and spurs us?”

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Milady’s hairdress reached even more preposterous extremes in the many tiered and bejewelled “fontanges” of Louis XIV’s court (an exaggeration he disapproved in vain) about 1700. After a period of some moderation the style reappeared in the yard high “heads” dictated to fashion by Marie Antoinette before she lost hers. 

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When the East India Directors recalled Lord Ellenborough, and replaced him by Sir Henry Harding, the impression upon the public mind was, as was natural it should be, that the course of policy adopted by the former, was such as met not their approval, and should not be persisted in by his successor. To supersede one man by another, that he might perform the very same acts in the same way, would be something too ludicrous and absurd.

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