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“Albert's uncle says I ought to have put this in the preface, but I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this.”

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Book:The Story of the Treasure Seekers
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The Story of the Treasure Seekers

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E. Nesbit
E. Nesbit

E. Nesbit, a renowned British children's author, was born on August 15, 1858, and passed away on May 4, 1924. Her works are known for their rich imagination and warm family atmosphere, which have won the affection of both children and adult readers. more

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