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Jennette Lee
Jennette Lee (1860–1951) was an American writer and educator known for her works of fiction and essays. She wrote several novels, including "The Ibsen Secret" (1910), a critical analysis of Henrik Ibsen's plays, and "Unfinished Portraits" (1916), which explores social and psychological themes. Lee was also a professor at Smith College, where she taught literature and was admired for her engaging teaching style. Her work often focused on the complexities of human relationships and personal development.
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The soft wind of an Italian spring stirred among the leaves outside. The windows of the studio, left open to the morning air, were carefully shaded. The scent of mulberry blossoms drifted in. The chair on the model-stand, adjusted to catch the light, was screened from the glare; and the light falling on the rich drapery flung across its back brought out a dull carmine in the slender, bell-shaped...
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I "Yes, I'm shif'less. I'm gen'ally considered shif'less," said William Benslow. He spoke in a tone of satisfaction, and hitched his trousers skilfully into place by their one suspender. His companion shifted his easel a little, squinting across the harbor at the changing light. There was a mysterious green in the water that he failed to find in his color-box. William...
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ACHILLES GOES TO CHICAGO Achilles Alexandrakis was arranging the fruit on his stall in front of his little shop on Clark Street. It was a clear, breezy morning, cool for October, but not cold enough to endanger the fruit that Achilles handled so deftly in his dark, slender fingers. As he built the oranges into their yellow pyramid and grouped about them figs and dates, melons and pears, and grapes and...
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