短篇小说 | At Chênière Caminada
There was no clumsier looking fellow in church that Sunday morning than Antoine Bocaze-the one they called Tonie.
There was no clumsier looking fellow in church that Sunday morning than Antoine Bocaze-the one they called Tonie.
THE BARON RITZNER VON JUNG was a noble Hungarian family, every member of which (at least as far back into antiquity as any certain records extend) was more or less remarkable for talent of some description -- the majority for that species of grotesquerie in conception of which Tieck, a scion of the house, has given a vivid, although by no means the most vivid exemplifications.
In an art exhibition the other day I saw a painting that had been sold for $5,000. The painter was a young scrub out of the West named Kraft, who had a favourite food and a pet theory.
Then a sudden, quick wave came beating into his brown throat and staining it crimson, when he guessed what it might be.
OF my country and of my family I have little to say. Ill usage and length of years have driven me from the one, and estranged me from the other.
The cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each-- This from her mountainside, That from her burthened beach. R. KIPLING.
LACODIE stayed longer than was his custom in Mamzelle Fleurette's little store that evening.
WITH a feeling of deep yet most singular affection I regarded my friend Morella.
"Satan," said Jeff Peters, "is a hard boss to work for. When other people are having their vacation is when he keeps you the busiest.
"By gracious! M'sieur Duplan," he answered, "w'en God want to he'p me, I 'm goen try my bes'!"
HORROR and fatality have been stalking abroad in all ages. Why then give a date to this story I have to tell?
Dear Reader: It was summertime. The sun glared down upon the city with pitiless ferocity. It is difficult for the sun to be ferocious and exhibit compunction simultaneously.
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