短篇小说 | Her Letters

2020年2月8日

A moment more and he had gone to seek her, and to join her and her secret thought in the immeasurable rest.

短篇小说 | The Fall of the House of Usher

2020年2月7日

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.

短篇小说 | For Marse Chouchoute

2020年2月7日

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.

短篇小说 | The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar

2020年2月6日

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.

短篇小说 | The Duc de L'Omelette

2020年2月5日

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!

短篇小说 | Doctor Chevalier's Lie

2020年2月5日

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.

短篇小说 | A Technical Error

2020年2月4日

I never cared especially for feuds, believing them to be even more overrated products of our country than grapefruit, scrapple, or honeymoons.