短篇小说 | The Gold-Bug

2020年2月8日

Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy: but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want.

短篇小说 | Her Letters

2020年2月8日

A moment more and he had gone to seek her, and to join her and her secret thought in the immeasurable rest.

短篇小说 | The Fall of the House of Usher

2020年2月7日

DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.

短篇小说 | For Marse Chouchoute

2020年2月7日

Not so the negro boy who accompanied him. The child had listened with the deepest respect and awe to every word of the rambling admonition.

短篇小说 | The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar

2020年2月6日

OF course I shall not pretend to consider it any matter for wonder, that the extraordinary case of M. Valdemar has excited discussion. It would have been a miracle had it not-especially under the circumstances.