短篇小说 | Beyond the Bayou
The bayou curved like a crescent around the point of land on which La Folle's cabin stood.
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短篇小说 | The Assignation
ILL-FATED and mysterious man ! - bewildered in the brilliancy of thine own imagination, and fallen in the flames of thine own youth !
短篇小说 | A Ruler of Men
I walked the streets of the City of Insolence, thirsting for the sight of a stranger face. For the City is a desert of familiar types as thick and alike as the grains in a sand-storm; and you grow to hate them as you do a friend who is always by you, or one of your own kin.
短篇小说 | Azélie
'Polyte was beating his leg with his limp felt hat. "I reckon I jus' as well go yonda on Li'le river - w'ere Azélie," he said.
短篇小说 | The Angel of the Odd
Upon coming to my senses (for the fall had very thoroughly stunned me) I found it about four o'clock in the morning.
短篇小说 | Aristocracy Versus Hash
The snake reporter of The Rolling Stone was wandering up the avenue last night on his way home from the Y.M.C.A. rooms when he was approached by a gaunt, hungry-looking man with wild eyes and dishevelled hair. He accosted the reporter in a hollow, weak voice.
短篇小说 | A Wizard from Gettysburg
"Madame," he said, "an old soldier, wounded on the field of Gettysburg, craves for himself and his two little children your kind hospitality."
短篇小说 | Some Words with a Mummy
THE symposium of the preceding evening had been a little too much for my nerves. I had a wretched headache, and was desperately drowsy.
短篇小说 | A Poor Rule
I have always maintained, and asserted ime to time, that woman is no mystery; that man can foretell, construe, subdue, comprehend, and interpret her.
短篇小说 | A Visit to Avoyelles
Every one who came up from Avoyelles had the same story to tell of Mentine.
短篇小说 | Silence -- a Fable
"LISTEN to me," said the Demon as he placed his hand upon my head. "The region of which I speak is a dreary region in Libya, by the borders of the river Zaire. And there is no quiet there, nor silence.
短篇小说 | An Unfinished Story
We no longer groan and heap ashes upon our heads when the flames of Tophet are mentioned.
