
短篇小说 | Hyacinth
Hyacinth wriggled back, and sent a short ladder down through the window of the inner stye.
Hyacinth wriggled back, and sent a short ladder down through the window of the inner stye.
Never, never begin a story this way when you write one. No opening could possibly be worse.
IN the forest, high up on the steep shore, and not far from the open seacoast, stood a very old oak-tree.
THE cars came scudding in towards Dublin, running evenly like pellets in the groove of the Naas Road.
"I don't suppose," mused Clovis, as an early train bore him townwards, "that they will be in the least grateful for the Unrest-cure."
Two years afterward I found that I couldn't remember the names of the Russian admirals, and I noticed some gray hairs over my left ear; so I knew the time had arrived for me to take Silver's advice.
The children were to be driven, as a special treat, to the sands at Jagborough. Nicholas was not to be of the party; he was in disgrace.
"Oh, no, Misto C -- , I hain't had no trouble. An' no joy!"
Besieged Paris was in the throes of famine. Even the sparrows on the roofs and the rats in the sewers were growing scarce. People were eating anything they could get.
So they went away and lived happily ever afterward, Best Beloved. That is all.
But the game for whose presence he kept so keen an outlook was none that figured in the sportsman's calendar as lawful and proper for the chase; Ulrich von Gradwitz patrolled the dark forest in quest of a human enemy.
There, were 3,000 girls in the Biggest Store. Masie was one of them. She was eighteen and a selleslady in the gents' gloves.
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