短篇小说 | An Idle Fellow
I am tired. At the end of these years I am very tired. I have been studying in books the languages of the living and those we call dead.
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短篇小说 | Ligeia
I Cannot, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the lady Ligeia. Long years have since elapsed, and my memory is feeble through much suffering.
短篇小说 | A Harlem Tragedy
Mrs. Fink had dropped into Mrs. Cassidy's flat one flight below.
短篇小说 | An Egyptian Cigarette
MY friend, the Architect, who is something of a traveller, was showing us various curios which he had gathered during a visit to the Orient.
短篇小说 | Landor's Cottage
DURING A pedestrian trip last summer, through one or two of the river counties of New York, I found myself, as the day declined, somewhat embarrassed about the road I was pursuing.
短篇小说 | After Twenty Years
The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few.
短篇小说 | A Morning Walk
Archibald had been up many hours. He had breakfasted, and now he was taking a morning stroll along the village street, which was little other than a high ledge cut into the mountain-side.
短篇小说 | King Pest
The gods do bear and will allow in kings The things which they abhor in rascal routes.
短篇小说 | A Fog in Santone
The drug clerk looks sharply at the white face half concealed by the high-turned overcoat collar.
短篇小说 | A Mental Suggestion
Graham looked up at the little winking stars and they looked down at him. He bowed in acknowledgement to the supremacy of the moving power which is love; which is life.
短篇小说 | How to Write a Blackwood Article
I PRESUME everybody has heard of me. My name is the Signora Psyche Zenobia. This I know to be a fact.
短篇小说 | A Double-Dyed Deceiver
The trouble began in Laredo. It was the Llano Kid's fault, for he should have confined his habit of manslaughter to Mexicans.
