Aunt Jos Scrap Bag Vol 5 Jimmys Cruise in the Pinafore Etc

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Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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Louisa May Alcott (November 29, 1832 – March 6, 1888) was an American novelist best known as author of the novel Little Women and its sequels Little Men and Jo's Boys.

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Collection of stories by the author of Little Women. According to Wikipedia: "Louisa May Alcott's overwhelming success dated from the appearance of the first part of Little Women: or Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy, (1868) a semi-autobiographical account of her childhood years with her sisters in Concord, Mas

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The Divine Adventure etc. (Works vol. 4) by Fiona Macleod

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St. Nicholas, Vol. 5, No. 5, March, 1878 by Various

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The Launch Boys' Cruise in the Deerfoot by Edward S. Ellis

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After Louisa May Alcott's Little Women proved to be a publishing sensation, other book purveyors sought out titles with similar appeal. The Aunt Jane's Nieces series was designed to hook young audiences who first fell for Alcott's work. In Aunt Jane's Nieces in Society, the girls make their debut am

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Pinafore Palace by Various

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Aunt Jane's Nieces in the Red Cross by L. Frank Baum

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The Life of George Washington, Vol. 1 (of 5) by John Marshall

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The Strand Magazine - Vol. 1 - No. 5 - May 1891 by Various

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The Cruise of the Kawa: Wanderings in the South Seas by George S. Chappell

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This book (hardcover) is part of the TREDITION CLASSICS. It contains classical literature works from over two thousand years. Most of these titles have been out of print and off the bookstore shelves for decades. The book series is intended to preserve the cultural legacy and to promote the timeless

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The Girl Aviators' Sky Cruise by Margaret Burnham

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If Only etc. by Augustus Harris

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Renaissance in Italy Vol. 3 by John Addington Symonds

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McClure's Magazine, Vol. 6, No. 5, April, 1896 by Various

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I finally got it: the limited-edition designer bag I' d tracked for months. It felt like a small reward after years of quietly propping up my husband Mark and his entire family. Tonight, I planned to debut it at our usual Sunday family dinner. But when I walked in, my stomach dropped. My sister-

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Excerpt: ...you aren't desired. I have to thank your small sister yesterday for an interruption which proved disastrous!\" Jack edged himself in, and climbed up to the iron foot-rail of the bed, where he sat swinging his legs. \"Why are you going?\" \"You didn't really think I had taken up 115 my qu

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This scarce antiquarian book is a selection from Kessinger Publishing's Legacy Reprint Series. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment

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Continental Monthly, Vol. 5, Issue 2, February, 1864 by Various