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Treasure Hunt - Single Word Book Titles

The clues are the first lines of the novels or plays.
Across
Today I'm five.
The play – for which Briony had designed the posters, programmes and tickets, constructed the sales booth out of a folding screen tipped on its side, and lined the collection box in red crêpe paper – was written by her in a two-day tempest of composition, causing her to miss breakfast and a lunch.
3 May. Bistritz. Left Munich at 8.35pm, on 1 May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6.46pm, but train was an hour late.
Who's there?
Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
I am by birth a Genevese, and my family is one of the most distinguished of that republic.
The night before he went to London, Richard Mayhew was not enjoying himself.
Down
Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.
Call me Ishmael.
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen
The pretty little Swiss town of Mayenfield lies at the foot of a mountain range, whose grim rigged peaks tower high above the valley below.