The Book Game, Again

As it's been over a year, I thought it would be fun to launch a new edition of The Book Game. The game is very simple: I've typed out the 3rd sentence on p. 71 from twelve books that I like, and I invite my readers to leave comments identifying the books. Feel free to try for all of them or just one, as you wish. Not all of these are lifetime favourites for me, but most of them definitely are. Happy guessing!

1) A short walk brought us -- I mean the Master and me -- to Salem House, which was enclosed with a high brick wall, and looked very dull.

2) The Enemy wants to bring the man to a state of mind in which he could design the best cathedral in the world, and know it to be the best, and rejoice in the fact, without being any more (or less) or otherwise glad at having done it than he would be if it had been done by another.

3) Another fire truck appeared and stopped in front of Miss Stephanie Crawford's.

4) He gave us the Declaration of Independence for a parsing exercise, and in geography confined his questions almost exclusively to localities rendered famous in the Revolutionary War.

5) Harriet wrote a tart letter to the paper, pointing out that either "undergraduate" or "woman student" would be seemlier English than "undergraduette," and that the correct method of describing Dr. Baring was "the Warden."

6) Here, close to Hull Street, his mother was buried in an unmarked grave. He had not forgotten where and flung himself down beside the spot.

7) One church that we sometimes went to was a tiny 150-year-old church, St. Stephen's, set in lovely rolling country with a few noble old houses here and there and the Blueridge glowing in the distance.

8) Pickett answered obligingly, unconcerned, "Well, Jim Kemper kept needling our English friend about why didn't come and join in with us, it being in their interest and all, and the Englishman said that it was a very touchy subject, since most Englishmen figured the war was all about, ah, slavery, and then old Kemper got a bit outraged and had to explain to him how wrong he was, and Sorrel and some others joined in, but no harm done."

9) Poor old PB, if you know who I mean, had to go away soon after the snow began last month.

10) "Oh... and er... interesting rhythmic devices too," continued Arthur, "which seemed to counterpoint the... er... er..." he floundered.

11)  "My sentence is for open War: Of Wiles,
         More unexpert, I boast not: them let those
         Contrive who need, or when they need, not now."

12) So the Elephant's Child went home across Africa frisking and whisking his trunk.