短篇小说 | Bertie's Christmas Eve
It was Christmas Eve, and the family circle of Luke Steffink, Esq., was aglow with the amiability and random mirth which the occasion demanded.
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短篇小说 | The Model Millionaire
Unless one is wealthy there is no use in being a charming fellow. Romance is the privilege of the rich, not the profession of the unemployed.
短篇小说 | A Holiday Task
Kenelm Jerton entered the dining-hall of the Golden Galleon Hotel in the full crush of the luncheon hour.
短篇小说 | A Cosmopolite in a Cafe
At midnight the cafe was crowded. By some chance the little table at which I sat had escaped the eye of incomers, and two vacant chairs at it extended their arms with venal hospitality to the influx of patrons.
短篇小说 | What You Want
Night had fallen on that great and beautiful city known as Bagdad-on-the-Subway. And with the night came the enchanted glamour that belongs not to Arabia alone.
短篇小说 | A Defenseless Creature
"What can I do for you?" he asked a lady in an antediluvian mantle, whose back view was extremely suggestive of a huge dung-beetle.
短篇小说 | An Alpine Divorce
In some natures there are no half-tones; nothing but raw primary colours. John Bodman was a man who was always at one extreme or the other.
短篇小说 | The Huntsman
"Good-bye, Yegor Vlassitch," whispered Pelagea, and she stood on tiptoe to see the white cap once more.
短篇小说 | The Log
The drawing-room was small, full of heavy draperies and discreetly fragrant.
短篇小说 | The Veteran
Out of the low window could be seen three hickory trees placed irregularly in a meadow that was resplendent in spring-time green.
短篇小说 | Eveline
SHE sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. She was tired.
短篇小说 | The Man In The Moon
What! Have you never heard the story of the Man in the Moon? Then I must surely tell it, for it is very amusing, and there is not a word of truth in it.
