短篇小说 | A Reflection
Salve! ye dumb hearts. Let us be still and wait by the roadside.
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短篇小说 | Mesmeric Revelation
WHATEVER doubt may still envelop the rationale of mesmerism, its startling facts are now almost universally admitted.
短篇小说 | A Matter Of Mean Elevation
ONE winter the Alcazar Opera Company of New Orleans made a speculative trip along the Mexican, Central American and South American coasts.
短篇小说 | A Point at Issue!
Married – On Tuesday, May 11, Eleanor Gail to Charles Faraday.
短篇小说 | Mellonta Tauta
NOW, my dear friend—now, for your sins, you are to suffer the infliction of a long gossiping letter. I tell you distinctly that I am going to punish you for all your impertinences by being as tedious, as discursive, as incoherent and as unsatisfactory as possible.
短篇小说 | A Madison Square Arabian Night
To Carson Chalmers, in his apartment near the square, Phillips brought the evening mail. Beside the routine correspondence there were two items bearing the same foreign postmark.
短篇小说 | A No-Account Creole
One agreeable afternoon in late autumn two young men stood together on Canal Street, closing a conversation that had evidently begun within the club-house which they had just quitted.
短篇小说 | Loss of Breath
The most notorious ill-fortune must in the end yield to the untiring courage of philosophy—as the most stubborn city to the ceaseless vigilance of an enemy.
短篇小说 | A Little Talk About Mobs
"Do you think they would have lynched him?" asked the New Yorker, in the next seat of the ferry station, who was also waiting for the boat.
短篇小说 | A Night in Acadie
THERE was nothing to do on the plantation so Telèsphore, having a few dollars in his pocket, thought he would go down and spend Sunday in the vicinity of Marksville.
短篇小说 | Lionizing
I AM - that is to say I was - a great man; but I am neither the author of Junius nor the man in the mask; for my name, I believe, is Robert Jones, and I was born somewhere in the city of Fum-Fudge.
短篇小说 | A Little Local Colour
I mentioned to Rivington that I was in search of characteristic New York scenes and incidents -- some- thing typical, I told him, without necessarily having to spell the first syllable with an "i."
