短篇小说 | The Blind Man
The blind man did not know what the commotion was all about. He had crossed the street, and there he was, stumbling on in the sun, trailing his foot along the coping.
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短篇小说 | The Thousand-and-Second Tale of Scheherezade
For full information on this interesting topic, I must refer the inquisitive reader to the "Isitsoornot" itself, but in the meantime, I shall be pardoned for giving a summary of what I there discovered.
短篇小说 | Friends in San Rosario
The west-bound train stopped at San Rosario on time at 8.20 A.M. A man with a thick black-leather wallet under his arm left the train and walked rapidly up the main street of the town.
短篇小说 | The Bênitous' Slave
OLD Uncle Oswald believed he belonged to the Bênitous, and there was no getting the notion out of his head.
短篇小说 | The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether
I have only to add that, although I have searched every library in Europe for the works of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether, I have, up to the present day, utterly failed in my endeavors at procuring an edition.
短篇小说 | "Fox-in-the-Morning"
Coralio reclined, in the mid-day heat, like some vacuous beauty lounging in a guarded harem. The town lay at the sea's edge on a strip of alluvial coast.
短篇小说 | Tante Cat'rinette
IT happened just as everyone had predicted. Tante Cat'rinette was beside herself with rage and indignation when she learned that the town authorities had for some reason condemned her house and intended to demolish it.
短篇小说 | The Sphinx
DURING the dread reign of the Cholera in New York, I had accepted the invitation of a relative to spend a fortnight with him in the retirement of his _cottage ornee_ on the banks of the Hudson.
短篇小说 | Fickle Fortune or How Gladys Hustled
"Press me no more Mr. Snooper," said Gladys Vavasour-Smith. "I can never be yours."
短篇小说 | Ripe Figs
Maman-Nainaine said that when the figs were ripe Babette might go to visit her cousins down on Bayou-Boeuf, where the sugar cane grows.
短篇小说 | The Spectacles
MANY years ago, it was the fashion to ridicule the idea of "love at first sight;" but those who think, not less than those who feel deeply, have always advocated its existence.
短篇小说 | Extradited from Bohemia
From near the village of Harmony, at the foot of the Green Mountains, came Miss Medora Martin to New York with her color-box and easel.
