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"Away, Away, From Men And Towns,
To The Wild Wood And The Downs,
To The Silent Wilderness."
--Percy Bysshe Shelley.
"To Your Happiness," I Said, Lifting My Glass, And Looking The Girl In
The Eyes. She Had The Grace To Blush, Which Was The Least That She
Could Do, For A Moment Ago She Had Jilted Me.
The Way Of It Was This.
I Had Met Her And Her Mother The Winter Before At Davos, Where I Had
Been Sent After South Africa, And A Spell Of Playing Fast And Loose
With My Health--A Possession Usually Treated As We Treat The Poor,
Whom We Expect To Have Always With Us. Helen Blantock Had Been The
Success Of Her Season In London, Had Paid For Her Triumphs With A
Breakdown, And We Had Stopped At The Same Hotel.
4 young adults wake up in a tea house stuck in a continuum. Each have met at certain parts of their lives, but can't seem to remember one another or why they met. This is their adventures of daily life in a floating house, and their anticipated trips through time and space. When a train arrives, their pasts will begin to unfold!
It is the season of Christmas and the whole world is in celebration. The saviour is born. Wishes are prepared and the spirit of christmas is in the air to grant them and to help those who are hopeless and do not have faith in Christmas. Such is the story of a boy. So unfortunate in life that he did not value Christmas. Follow him on his path to finding hope in Christmas.
The Schoolhouse At Waddy Was Not In The Least Like Any Of The Trim State
Buildings That Now Decorate Every Victorian Township And Mark Every
Mining Or Agricultural Centre That Can Scrape Together Two Or Three
Meagre Classes; It Was The Result Of A Purely Local Enthusiasm, And Was
Erected By Public Subscription Shortly After Mr. Joel Ham, B.A., Arrived
In The District And Let It Be Understood That He Did Not Intend To Go
Away Again. Having Discovered That It Was Impossible To Make Anything