短篇小说 | The Notary of Perigueux
Do not trust thy body with a physician. He'll make thy foolish bones go without flesh in a fortnight, and thy soul walk without a body in a se'nnight after.
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短篇小说 | The Mockingbird
The time, a pleasant Sunday afternoon in the early autumn of 1861.
短篇小说 | The Masque of the Red Death
The red death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous.
短篇小说 | Federigo's Falcon
There was once in Florence a young man named Federigo, the son of Messer Filippo Alberighi, renowned above all other men in Tuscany for his prowess in arms and for his courtliness.
短篇小说 | The Cop and the Anthem
A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap. That was Jack Frost's card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call.
短篇小说 | The Nightingale and the Rose
So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.
短篇小说 | The Striding Place
Weigall, continental and detached, tired early of grouse shooting.
短篇小说 | The Princess And The Puma
"Bully for you!" thundered Whispering Ben from the darkness of the royal chamber.
短篇小说 | The Fly
He took out his handkerchief and passed it inside his collar. For the life of him he could not remember.
短篇小说 | How I Edited an Agricultural Paper
I did not take temporary editorship of an agricultural paper without misgivings.
短篇小说 | Hyacinth
Hyacinth wriggled back, and sent a short ladder down through the window of the inner stye.
短篇小说 | Springtime a la Carte
Never, never begin a story this way when you write one. No opening could possibly be worse.
