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“I feel like the perpetually rescued maiden in the old-fashioned novels or the moving pictures,” she laughed, straightening her hair. “First you save me from Roan Shively at the muzzle of a geological hammer, and now you catch me in my fall from a misses’-and-children’s-size cliff. Pretty soon, at this rate, the small boys at the back of the theater gallery will begin to clap every time the film shows you appearing on the horizon when I am in any predicament…”

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Book:The Faith Of A Collie
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The Faith Of A Collie

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Albert Payson Terhune
Albert Payson Terhune

Albert Payson Terhune was an American author known for his books about horses. His works are renowned for their vivid storytelling and in-depth character development. Born on December 21, 1872, he passed away on February 18, 1942. more

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