短篇小说 | Von Kempelen and his Discovery
In Europe, as yet, the most noticeable results have been a rise of two hundred per cent. in the price of lead, and nearly twenty-five per cent. that of silver.
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短篇小说 | Georgia's Ruling
If you should chance to visit the General Land Office, step into the draughtsmen's room and ask to be shown the map of Salado County.
短篇小说 | The Lilies
THAT little vagabond Mamouche amused himself one afternoon by letting down the fence rails that protected Mr. Billy's young crop of cotton and corn.
短篇小说 | Three Sundays in a Week
YOU hard-headed, dunder-headed, obstinate, rusty, crusty, musty, fusty, old savage!" said I, in fancy, one afternoon, to my grand uncle Rumgudgeon -- shaking my fist at him in imagination.
短篇小说 | From the Cabby's Seat
The cabby has his point of view. It is more single-minded, perhaps, than that of a follower of any other calling.
短篇小说 | The Kiss
It was still quite light out of doors, but inside with the curtains drawn and the smouldering fire sending out a dim, uncertain glow, the room was full of deep shadows.
王毅在第56届慕尼黑安全会议上的演讲（双语全文）
当地时间2020年2月15日，国务委员兼外长王毅在德国出席第56届慕尼黑安全会议并发表题为“跨越东西差异、践行多边主义”演讲。
短篇小说 | Thou Art the Man
I believe there is nothing more to be explained. Mr. Pennifeather was released upon the spot, inherited the fortune of his uncle, profited by the lessons of experience, turned over a new leaf, and led happily ever afterward a new life.
短篇小说 | From Each According to His Ability
Vuyning left his club, cursing it softly, without any particular anger. From ten in the morning un- til eleven it had bored him immeasurably.
短篇小说 | The Blind Man
The blind man did not know what the commotion was all about. He had crossed the street, and there he was, stumbling on in the sun, trailing his foot along the coping.
短篇小说 | The Thousand-and-Second Tale of Scheherezade
For full information on this interesting topic, I must refer the inquisitive reader to the "Isitsoornot" itself, but in the meantime, I shall be pardoned for giving a summary of what I there discovered.
短篇小说 | Friends in San Rosario
The west-bound train stopped at San Rosario on time at 8.20 A.M. A man with a thick black-leather wallet under his arm left the train and walked rapidly up the main street of the town.
