短篇小说 | Hop-Frog
I NEVER knew anyone so keenly alive to a joke as the king was. He seemed to live only for joking. To tell a good story of the joke kind, and to tell it well, was the surest road to his favor.
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短篇小说 | A Dinner at--------*
Once or twice we had had sharp, brief contentions over certain points of behavior; but, prevailingly, give and take had been our rule.
短篇小说 | A Little Free-Mulatto
Well, there is no question about it. The happiest little Free-Mulatto in all Louisiana is Aurélia, since her father has moved to “L’Isle des Mulâtres.”
短篇小说 | Four Beasts in One
Antiochus Epiphanes is very generally looked upon as the Gog of the prophet Ezekiel.
短篇小说 | A Little Country Girl
Ninette was scouring the tin milk-pail with sand and lye-soap, and bringing it to a high polish. She used for that purpose the native scrub-brush, the fibrous root of the palmetto, which she called latanier.
短篇小说 | Eleonora
I AM come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion.
短篇小说 | A Departmental Case
In Texas you may travel a thousand miles in a straight line. If your course is a crooked one, it is likely that both the distance and your rate of speed may be vastly increased.
短篇小说 | A Lady of Bayou St. John
The days and nights were very lonely for Madame Delisle.
短篇小说 | Diddling
SINCE the world began there have been two Jeremys. The one wrote a Jeremiad about usury, and was called Jeremy Bentham.
短篇小说 | A Comedy in Rubber
These devotees of curiosity swarm, like flies, in a moment in a struggling, breathless circle about the scene of an unusual occurrence.
短篇小说 | A Horse Story
“That’s true, Herminia,” replied Solistan with philosophic resignation, “but who knows! maybe it is all fo’ the best!”
短篇小说 | Bon-Bon
That Pierre Bon-Bon was a restaurateur of uncommon qualifications, the cul-de-sac Le Febvre at Rouen, will, I imagine, feel himself at liberty to dispute.
