短篇小说 | Her Letters
A moment more and he had gone to seek her, and to join her and her secret thought in the immeasurable rest.
A moment more and he had gone to seek her, and to join her and her secret thought in the immeasurable rest.
DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
The May moon shone bright upon the private boarding-house of Mrs. Murphy.
Not so the negro boy who accompanied him. The child had listened with the deepest respect and awe to every word of the rambling admonition.
OF course I shall not pretend to consider it any matter for wonder, that the extraordinary case of M. Valdemar has excited discussion. It would have been a miracle had it not-especially under the circumstances.
One day last summer I went to Pittsburgh--well, I had to go there on business.
So does he live, seeking, finding, joying and suffering. The door which accident had opened is opened still, but the cage remains forever empty!
Keats fell by a criticism. Who was it died of "The Andromache"?1 Ignoble souls!—De L'Omelette perished of an ortolan. L'histoire en est breve. Assist me, Spirit of Apicius!
The first time my optical nerves was disturbed by the sight of Buckingham Skinner was in Kansas City.
The quick report of a pistol rang through the quiet autumn night. It was no unusual sound in the unsavory quarter where Dr. Chevalier had his office.
FROM his cradle to his grave a gale of prosperity bore my friend Ellison along. Nor do I use the word prosperity in its mere worldly sense.
I never cared especially for feuds, believing them to be even more overrated products of our country than grapefruit, scrapple, or honeymoons.
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