短篇小说 | William Wilson

2020年3月3日

"You have conquered, and I yield. Yet, henceforward art thou also dead -- dead to the World, to Heaven and to Hope! In me didst thou exist -- and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself."

短篇小说 | The Recovery

2020年3月3日

She was a woman of thirty-five, possessing something of youthfulness. It was not the bloom, the softness, nor delicacy of coloring which had once been hers; those were all gone.

短篇小说 | He Also Serves

2020年3月2日

If I could have a thousand years--just one little thousand years--more of life, I might, in that time, draw near enough to true Romance to touch the hem of her robe.

短篇小说 | The Locket

2020年3月2日

One night in autumn a few men were gathered about a fire on the slope of a hill. They belonged to a small detachment of Confederate forces and were awaiting orders to march.

短篇小说 | Georgia's Ruling

2020年3月1日

If you should chance to visit the General Land Office, step into the draughtsmen's room and ask to be shown the map of Salado County.

短篇小说 | The Lilies

2020年3月1日

THAT little vagabond Mamouche amused himself one afternoon by letting down the fence rails that protected Mr. Billy's young crop of cotton and corn.

短篇小说 | Three Sundays in a Week

2020年2月28日

YOU hard-headed, dunder-headed, obstinate, rusty, crusty, musty, fusty, old savage!" said I, in fancy, one afternoon, to my grand uncle Rumgudgeon -- shaking my fist at him in imagination.

短篇小说 | The Kiss

2020年2月28日

It was still quite light out of doors, but inside with the curtains drawn and the smouldering fire sending out a dim, uncertain glow, the room was full of deep shadows.