The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens wrote on Jul 24th 2004, 23:50:41 about
| Amount of texts to »she« | 52, and there are 41 texts (78.85%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 104 Characters |
| Average Rating | 12.308 points, 0 Not rated texts |
| First text | on May 24th 2000, 20:43:10 wrote Groggy groove about she |
| Latest text | on Oct 29th 2015, 14:50:29 wrote carolyn stewart about she |
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an antiquated misenthrope wrote on Jun 12th 2000, 12:31:22 about
she
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she glides by me,
i see a door and turn to face the window,
it is noon
i sip my tea
i press a key
she's still in the room
who will speak first
what will be said.
i am breathless with anticipation
xyzz wrote on Jul 18th 2009, 17:25:51 about
she
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She stood next to the window of the tea shop, holding the purple raincoat that matched her eyes. Her voice was as soft as the grey rain.
»Did you move the hatrack, Harry?«
Groggy groove wrote on May 24th 2000, 20:43:10 about
she
Rating: 30 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyThe girl in the tea shop is not so beautiful as she was; as cool as the pale wet leaves of lily-of-the-valley she sleeps beside me in the dawn.
The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens wrote on Jul 24th 2004, 23:52:28 about
she
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She had barely time to seem to be occupied in some needle-work, when he entered, accompanied by the child; having left Kit downstairs.
The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens wrote on Jul 24th 2004, 23:51:35 about
she
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Scribbling Spider wrote on Jul 12th 2001, 15:18:03 about
she
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There were days when she wondered if she would ever hear a male voice speak her first name again.
»China« She could hear the faint echo in her mind still.
But at the Blue Onion, it was always:
»Mrs. Waters, can I get a refill here?«
or
»What's the pie today, Mrs. Waters?«
She sighed...and started the ritual of a fresh pot of coffee.
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