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There, also, you can sit for hours to watch the huge, green breakers come foaming and tumbling in endless procession up the stony beach; you can watch the nimble sandpipers and the tireless, wheeling gulls; and if you choose you can spin for yourself just such a story as this one of Billy Wentworth and Captain Saulsby and Sally Shute, a tale of mysteries and perils and midnight adventures on the shores of Appledore. - Summary by the author's foreward]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/73957651</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2026 09:01:09 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://dts.podtrac.com/redirect.mp3/api.spreaker.com/download/episode/73957651/my_friend_annabel_lee_mary_maclane.mp3" length="110280065" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Cornelia Meigs</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>Any one who knows the coast of New England will know also the Island of Appledore and just where it lies. 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There, also, you can sit for hours to watch the huge, green breakers come foaming and tumbling in endless procession up the stony beach; you can watch the nimble sandpipers and the tireless, wheeling gulls; and if you choose you can spin for yourself just such a story as this one of Billy Wentworth and Captain Saulsby and Sally Shute, a tale of mysteries and perils and midnight adventures on the shores of Appledore. - Summary by the author's foreward]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>13875</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>false</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/f0de20b399414cba19d3280f6e2da923.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType></item><item><title>Running Water-A. E. W. Mason</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/episode/running-water-a-e-w-mason--73362340</link><description><![CDATA["Running Water" by A. E. W. 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Mason's masterful storytelling and rich character development ensure that this audiobook remains a compelling experience, worthy of revisiting for its enduring insights into the nature of life and the choices we face.]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/73362340</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2026 02:35:42 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://dts.podtrac.com/redirect.mp3/api.spreaker.com/download/episode/73362340/5569_running_water_a_e_w_mason.mp3" length="248837065" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Cornelia Meigs</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>"Running Water" by A. E. W. Mason is a captivating tale that explores the complexities of human relationships and the impact of choices made under pressure. As the narrative unfolds, it delves into themes of love, betrayal, and the quest for...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA["Running Water" by A. E. W. Mason is a captivating tale that explores the complexities of human relationships and the impact of choices made under pressure. As the narrative unfolds, it delves into themes of love, betrayal, and the quest for redemption, making it a timeless reflection on the human condition. The story resonates with listeners today as it invites them to ponder the intricate dynamics of trust and the consequences of one's actions. Mason's masterful storytelling and rich character development ensure that this audiobook remains a compelling experience, worthy of revisiting for its enduring insights into the nature of life and the choices we face.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>31073</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>false</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/f0de20b399414cba19d3280f6e2da923.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType></item><item><title>Island of Appledore - Cornelia Meigs</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/episode/island-of-appledore-cornelia-meigs--72517424</link><description><![CDATA[Any one who knows the coast of New England will know also the Island of Appledore and just where it lies. Such a person can tell you that it is not exactly the place described in this book, that it is small and bare and rocky with no woods, no meadows, no church, or mill, or mill-creek road. Perhaps all that the story tells of it that is true is that there the rocks give forth their strange deep song, “the calling of Appledore,” as warning of a storm, that there the poppies bloom as nowhere else in the world, that there the surf comes rolling in, day in and day out, the whole year through, and that there one’s memory turns back with longing, no matter how many years of absence have gone by. There, also, you can sit for hours to watch the huge, green breakers come foaming and tumbling in endless procession up the stony beach; you can watch the nimble sandpipers and the tireless, wheeling gulls; and if you choose you can spin for yourself just such a story as this one of Billy Wentworth and Captain Saulsby and Sally Shute, a tale of mysteries and perils and midnight adventures on the shores of Appledore. - Summary by the author's foreward]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/72517424</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2026 02:08:21 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://dts.podtrac.com/redirect.mp3/api.spreaker.com/download/episode/72517424/island_of_appledore_cornelia_meigs.mp3" length="138453406" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Cornelia Meigs</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>Any one who knows the coast of New England will know also the Island of Appledore and just where it lies. 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There, also, you can sit for hours to watch the huge, green breakers come foaming and tumbling in endless procession up the stony beach; you can watch the nimble sandpipers and the tireless, wheeling gulls; and if you choose you can spin for yourself just such a story as this one of Billy Wentworth and Captain Saulsby and Sally Shute, a tale of mysteries and perils and midnight adventures on the shores of Appledore. - Summary by the author's foreward]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>17307</itunes:duration><itunes:keywords>appledore,island,marine,meigs,mill,nautical,sandpipers,saulsby,there,watch</itunes:keywords><itunes:explicit>false</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/f0de20b399414cba19d3280f6e2da923.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType></item></channel></rss>
