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by Guy de Maupassant I was sitting on the pier of the small port of Obernon, near the village of Salis, looking at Antibes, bathed

by Guy de Maupassant What a strange idea it was for me to choose Mademoiselle Pearl for queen that evening! Every year I celebrate Twelfth

by Guy de Maupassant Major Graf Von Farlsberg, the Prussian commandant, was reading his newspaper as he lay back in a great easy-chair, with his

by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Mott brought his niece home from the station with considerable pride. Although he had received a photograph to assist identification,

by Laura E. Richards “Hurrah! hurrah! It’s snowing!” Massachusetts looked up from her algebra. She was the head of the school. She was rosy and

by Guy de Maupassant It was a men’s dinner party, and they were sitting over their cigars and brandy and discussing magnetism. Donato’s tricks and

by O. Henry The burglar stepped inside the window quickly, and then he took his time. A burglar who respects his art always takes his

by Kathleen Norris At the head of her own breakfast table,–a breakfast table charmingly littered with dark-blue china and shining glass, and made springlike by

by Jack London For seven weeks the Mary Rogers had been between 5O degrees south in the Atlantic and 5O degrees south in the Pacific,

Malingerers by Anton Chekhov MARFA PETROVNA PETCHONKIN, the General’s widow, who has been practising for ten years as a homeopathic doctor, is seeing patients in

by T.S. Arthur “Do you intend going to Mrs. Walshingham’s party, next week, Caroline?” asked Miss Melvina Fenton of her friend Caroline Gay. “It is

by Maxim Gorky The sea laughed. It trembled at the warm and light breath of the wind and became covered with tiny wrinkles that reflected

Mamouche by Kate Chopin MAMOUCHE stood within the open doorway, which he had just entered. It was night; the rain was falling in torrents, and

by O. Henry Old Anthony Rockwall, retired manufacturer and proprietor of Rockwall’s Eureka Soap, looked out the library window of his Fifth Avenue mansion and

by O. Henry There were two or three things that I wanted to know. I do not care about a mystery. So I began to

Mari D’elle by Anton Chekhov IT was a free night. Natalya Andreyevna Bronin (her married name was Nikitin), the opera singer, is lying in her

by Louisa May Alcott (1899) Marjorie sat on the door-step, shelling peas, quite unconscious whata pretty picture she made, with the roses peeping at her

by Thomas Bailey Aldrich I. DR. DILLON TO EDWARD DELANEY, ESQ., AT THE PINES. NEAR RYE, N.H. August 8, 1872. My Dear Sir: I am

by Robert Louis Stevenson “Yes,” said the dealer, “our windfalls are of various kinds. Some customers are ignorant, and then I touch a dividend on

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) Augustus Mellowkent was a novelist with a future; that is to say, a limited but increasing number of people read his

by Katherine Mansfield On his way to the station William remembered with a fresh pang of disappointment that he was taking nothing down to the

by Guy de Maupassant It came to him one Sunday after mass. He was walking home from church along the by-road that led to his

by Mary Roberts Rinehart “And so, dear,” said Mrs. Waring to her beautiful niece, Fanny Lovering, “you are about becoming a bride.” The aunt spoke