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.
The drug clerk looks sharply at the white face half concealed by the high-turned overcoat collar.
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.
I PRESUME everybody has heard of me. My name is the Signora Psyche Zenobia. This I know to be a fact.
The trouble began in Laredo. It was the Llano Kid's fault, for he should have confined his habit of manslaughter to Mexicans.
MADAME Carambeau wanted it strictly understood that she was not to be disturbed by Gustave's birthday party.
I NEVER knew anyone so keenly alive to a joke as the king was. He seemed to live only for joking. To tell a good story of the joke kind, and to tell it well, was the surest road to his favor.
Once or twice we had had sharp, brief contentions over certain points of behavior; but, prevailingly, give and take had been our rule.
Well, there is no question about it. The happiest little Free-Mulatto in all Louisiana is Aurélia, since her father has moved to “L’Isle des Mulâtres.”
Antiochus Epiphanes is very generally looked upon as the Gog of the prophet Ezekiel.
Ninette was scouring the tin milk-pail with sand and lye-soap, and bringing it to a high polish. She used for that purpose the native scrub-brush, the fibrous root of the palmetto, which she called latanier.
I AM come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion.
In Texas you may travel a thousand miles in a straight line. If your course is a crooked one, it is likely that both the distance and your rate of speed may be vastly increased.
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