短篇小说 | "Fox-in-the-Morning"
Coralio reclined, in the mid-day heat, like some vacuous beauty lounging in a guarded harem. The town lay at the sea's edge on a strip of alluvial coast.
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短篇小说 | Tante Cat'rinette
IT happened just as everyone had predicted. Tante Cat'rinette was beside herself with rage and indignation when she learned that the town authorities had for some reason condemned her house and intended to demolish it.
短篇小说 | The Sphinx
DURING the dread reign of the Cholera in New York, I had accepted the invitation of a relative to spend a fortnight with him in the retirement of his _cottage ornee_ on the banks of the Hudson.
短篇小说 | Fickle Fortune or How Gladys Hustled
"Press me no more Mr. Snooper," said Gladys Vavasour-Smith. "I can never be yours."
短篇小说 | Ripe Figs
Maman-Nainaine said that when the figs were ripe Babette might go to visit her cousins down on Bayou-Boeuf, where the sugar cane grows.
短篇小说 | The Spectacles
MANY years ago, it was the fashion to ridicule the idea of "love at first sight;" but those who think, not less than those who feel deeply, have always advocated its existence.
短篇小说 | Extradited from Bohemia
From near the village of Harmony, at the foot of the Green Mountains, came Miss Medora Martin to New York with her color-box and easel.
短篇小说 | Polydor
It was often said that Polydore was the stupidest boy to be found "from the mouth of Cane river plumb to Natchitoches.
短篇小说 | The Purloined Letter
At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18 -- , I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend, C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisime, No. 33 Rue Dunt, Faubourg St. Germain.
短篇小说 | Dougherty's Eye-Opener
Big Jim Dougherty was a sport. He belonged to that race of men. In Manhattan it is a distinct race.
