短篇小说 | Mamouche
Marshall grumbled audibly, and Doctor John-Luis continued to inspect the boy through his glasses.
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短篇小说 | The Mystery of Marie Roget
The extraordinary details which I am now called upon to make public, will be found to form, as regards sequence of time, the primary branch of a series of scarcely intelligible coincidences, whose secondary or concluding branch will be recognized by all readers in the late murder of Mary Cecila Rogers, at New York.
短篇小说 | Compliments of the Season
There are no more Christmas stories to write. Fiction is exhausted; and newspaper items, the next best, are manufactured by clever young journalists who have married early and have an engagingly pessimistic view of life.
短篇小说 | Madame Célestin's Divorce
MADAME CÉLESTIN always wore a neat and snugly fitting calico wrapper when she went out in the morning to sweep her small gallery.
短篇小说 | The Murders in the Rue Morgue
The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects.
短篇小说 | Christmas By Injunction
Cherokee was the civic father of Yellowhammer. Yellowhammer was a new mining town constructed mainly of canvas and undressed pine. Cherokee was a prospector.
短篇小说 | Ma'ame Pelagie
When the war began, there stood on Cote Joyeuse an imposing mansion of red brick, shaped like the Pantheon. A grove of majestic live-oaks surrounded it.
短篇小说 | The Man That Was Used Up
I cannot just now remember when or where I first made the acquaintance of that truly fine-looking fellow, Brevet Brigadier General John A. B. C. Smith.
短篇小说 | Cherchez La Femme
Robbins, reporter for the /Picayune/, and Dumars, of /L'Abeille/--the old French newspaper that has buzzed for nearly a century--were good friends, well proven by years of ups and downs together.
短篇小说 | Love on the Bon-Dieu
UPON the pleasant veranda of Père Antoine's cottage, that adjoined the church, a young girl had long been seated, awaiting his return.
短篇小说 | The Man of the Crowd
It was well said of a certain German book that "er lasst sich nicht lesen"--it does not permit itself to be read. There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
短篇小说 | Caught
The plans for the detention of the flying President Miraflores and his companion at the coast line seemed hardly likely to fail. Doctor Zavalla himself had gone to the port of Alazan to establish a guard at that point.
