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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Chapter 1&amp;ldquo;Danna, slow down!&amp;rdquo; my little brotherCharles screamed after me as I crossed the street before the streetcar ran usboth over. I turned when I reached the corner to see his coat flying out behindhim and his hand pressed firmly on top of his cap. My skirts swooshed around..</description>
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			<title>If it was Only for Wit</title>
			<description>A modern day take on 1910 New Orleans, from the eyes of a teenage girl learning society's ups and downs, the growing prejudice in her city, and a boy from Philadelphia who intrigues her.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>ChapterOne&quot;Margie,wake up. It's your birthday!&quot; my smallest sister Posie whispered loudlyinto my ear while shaking my thin hand rapidly back and forth. &quot;Birthday,birthday, birthday!&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Alright,Posie,&quot; I whispered with..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>	In Kingsland, girls were unknowledgeable. There wasno school for them after they learned to read and barely write their name. Iasked why and I was told I didn't need any more learning. That didn&amp;rsquo;t answer myquestion, but I soon figured it out. Learning was for boys, and women couldneve..</description>
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			<title>Felicity's Prophecy</title>
			<description>On Margaretta's 18th birthday a book she once read comes back to haunt her. In a matter of minutes, her life is turned around by fate and destiny, and Margaretta's true identity is revealed. </description>
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