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Excerpt from Head of the Lower SchoolThere is a part of that same county where you see the gleaming silver of the Wash - so fatal to King John of unpleasing memory - and the green marshlands are drained by wide dykes, and stakes stand bunched at intervals along the low-lying shore to break the fury of the sea, at the great high tides of spring and autumn, and the river that meanders through the Deeps, as these marsh ¿ats are called, has no ban...

Excerpt from Sydney Lisle: The Heiress of St. QuentinA rainy November afternoon was drawing to its close. The sun had set in a haze of fog, to which it gave a ¿eeting warmth of colour. The street lamps were lit, and chinks of light Showed here and there through the shuttered windows of the tall, dingy houses in a dull old square not far from Euston Station.Yes, chinks of light were coming from almost every house, casting little gleams of brigh...

Excerpt from Head of the Lower School There is a part of that same county where you see the gleaming silver of the Wash - so fatal to King John of unpleasing memory - and the green marshlands are drained by wide dykes, and stakes stand bunched at intervals along the low-lying shore to break the fury of the sea, at the great high tides of spring and autumn, and the river that meanders through the Deeps, as these marsh ¿ats are called, has no b...

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Excerpt from Sydney Lisle: The Heiress of St. QuentinA rainy November afternoon was drawing to its close. The sun had set in a haze of fog, to which it gave a ¿eeting warmth of colour. The street lamps were lit, and chinks of light Showed here and there through the shuttered windows of the tall, dingy houses in a dull old square not far from Euston Station.Yes, chinks of light were coming from almost every house, casting little gleams of brigh...

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