短篇小说 | Ozème's Holiday
OZÈME often wondered why there was not a special dispensation of providence to do away with the necessity for work.
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短篇小说 | Old Aunt Peggy
It may not be true, however. Possibly she is older.
短篇小说 | The Premature Burial
THERE are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.
短篇小说 | Cupid's Exile Number Two
The United States of America, after looking over its stock of consular timber, selected Mr. John De Graffenreid Atwood, of Dalesburg, Alabama, for a successor to Willard Geddie, resigned.
短篇小说 | Odalie Misses Mass
Odalie walked straight up to the old woman and kissed her on the cheek.
短篇小说 | The Power of Words
OINOS. Pardon, Agathos, the weakness of a spirit new-fledged with immortality!
短篇小说 | Cupid A La Carte
"The dispositions of woman," said Jeff Peters, after various opinions on the subject had been advanced, "run, regular, to diversions.
短篇小说 | Nég Créol
AT the remote period of his birth he had been named César François Xavier, but no one ever thought of calling him anything but Chicot, or Nég, or Maringouin.
短篇小说 | The Oval Portrait
The chateau into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night in the open air, was one of those piles of commingled gloom and grandeur which have so long frowned among the Appennines, not less in fact than in the fancy of Mrs. Radcliffe.
短篇小说 | Conscience in Art
"I never could hold my partner, Andy Tucker, down to legitimate ethics of pure swindling," said Jeff Peters to me one day.
