The gilded age, by S.L. Clemens and C.D. Warner. by Mark Twain and C.D. Warner.3 vols

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Strana 129 - The eight years in America from 1860 to 1868 uprooted institutions that were centuries old, changed the politics of a people, transformed the social life of half the country, and wrought so profoundly upon the entire national character that the influence cannot be measured short of two or three generations.
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Strana 20 - There was a moment of throbbing suspense, and then, to the surprise and the comfort of the party, it was plain that the august presence had gone by, for its dreadful noises were receding. Uncle Dan'l headed a cautious reconnoissance in the direction of the log. Sure enough "the Lord...
Strana xi - THIS book was not written for private circulation among friends ; it was not written to cheer and instruct a diseased relative of the author's ; it was not thrown off during intervals of wearing labor to amuse an idle hour. It was not written for any of these reasons, and therefore it is submitted without the usual apologies.

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