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by W. W. Jacobs Talking about eddication, said the night-watchman, thoughtfully, the finest eddication you can give a lad is to send ‘im to sea.

by Harriet Beecher Stowe And now, at the last, I am going to tell you something of the ways and doings of one of the

by Kate Chopin Thomas Birch “Cabin with Children Playing” Thomas Birch “Cabin with Children Playing” The quick report of a pistol rang through the quiet

by William Makepeace Thackeray THE DOCTOR AND HIS STAFF. There is no need to say why I became assistant-master and professor of the English and

by Charles Dickens I am a Cheap Jack, and my own father’s name was Willum Marigold. It was in his lifetime supposed by some that

by James Baldwin There was once a kind man whose name was Oliver Gold-smith. He wrote many de-light-ful books, some of which you will read

by P. G. Wodehouse Have you ever thought about–and, when I say thought about, I mean really carefully considered the question of–the coolness, the cheek,

by Mark Twain Often a quite assified remark becomes sanctified by use and petrified by custom; it is then a permanency, its term of activity

by T.S. Arthur “No, of course not. The least said about such things the better.” “Don’t for the world. I have told you in perfect

by Laura E. Richards There was no answer. “Don Alonzo! Deacon Bassett’s here, and wishful to see you. Don Alonzo Pit-kin!” Mrs. Joe Pitkin stood

by William Dean Howells Vagabonds the world would no doubt call many of my doorstep acquaintance, and I do not attempt to defend them altogether

by O. Henry Big Jim Dougherty was a sport. He belonged to that race of men. In Manhattan it is a distinct race. They are

by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Fred Carter stood on the spacious common, inhaling with all the joy of the holiday-making Londoner the salt smell of

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) “Have you written to thank the Froplinsons for what they sent us?” asked Egbert. “No,” said Janetta, with a note of

by Bram Stoker Johann answered with an emphatic, “Ja, mein Herr,” and, touching his hat, drove off quickly. When we had cleared the town, I

by Charles Dickens A VERY dark night it was, and bitter cold; the east wind blowing bleak, and bringing with it stinging particles from marsh,

by Rudyard Kipling For jealousy is the rage of a man: Therefore he will not spare in the day of vengeance. —Prov. vi. 34. Almonds

by Kathleen Norris Sometimes Ferdie’s jokes were successful; sometimes they were not. This was one of the jokes that didn’t succeed; but as it led

Dreams by Anton Chekhov Two peasant constables — one a stubby, black-bearded individual with such exceptionally short legs that if you looked at him from

Dr. Heidegger’s Experiment by Nathaniel Hawthorne That very singular man, old Doctor Heidegger, once invited four venerable friends to meet him in his study. There

by T.S. Arthur A lady sat reading. She was so absorbed in her book as to be nearly motionless. Her face, in repose, was serious,

by Andy Adams It was a wet, bad year on the Old Western Trail. From Red River north and all along was herd after herd

by Jerome K. Jerome CHARACTERS MR. TRAVERS. MRS. TRAVERS. MARION [their daughter]. DAN [a gentleman of no position]. * * * * * SCENE: A

Drunk by Anton Chekhov A MANUFACTURER called Frolov, a handsome dark man with a round beard, and a soft, velvety expression in his eyes, and