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by Guy de Maupassant The lawyer had presented a plea of insanity. How could anyone explain this strange crime otherwise? One morning, in the grass

A Pair of Silk Stockings by Kate Chopin Little Mrs. Sommers one day found herself the unexpected possessor of fifteen dollars. It seemed to her

by Bret Harte He always thought it must have been fate. Certainly nothing could have been more inconsistent with his habits than to have been

A Peculiar Man by Anton Chekhov BETWEEN twelve and one at night a tall gentleman, wearing a top-hat and a coat with a hood, stops

by Honore de Balzac “The whole show is dreadful,” she cried, coming out of the menagerie of M. Martin. She had just been looking at

by Frank Stockton Before beginning the relation of the following incidents, I wish to state that I am a young married man, doing business in

by William Dean Howells Walking for walking’s sake I do not like. The diversion appears to me one of the most factitious of modern enjoyments;

by Jack London With the last morsel of bread Tom King wiped his plate clean of the last particle of flour gravy and chewed the

by Guy de Maupassant ALONG ALL THE ROADS around Goderville the peasants and their wives were coming toward the burgh because it was market day.

A Play by Anton Chekhov PAVEL VASSILYEVITCH, there’s a lady here, asking for you,” Luka announced. “She’s been waiting a good hour. . . .”

A Pink Stocking by Anton Chekhov DULL, rainy day. The sky is completely covered with heavy clouds, and there is no prospect of the rain

A Point at Issue! by Kate Chopin Married – On Tuesday, May 11, Eleanor Gail to Charles Faraday. Nothing bearing the shape of a wedding

by Charles Dickens I am not used to writing for print. What working-man, that never labours less (some Mondays, and Christmas Time and Easter Time

by George Gissing From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906). It was in the drawing-room, after dinner. Mrs. Charman, the large and kindly

by Guy de Maupassant Hello! there’s Milial!” said somebody near me. I looked at the man who had been pointed out as I had been

by O. Henry I have always maintained, and asserted ime to time, that woman is no mystery; that man can foretell, construe, subdue, comprehend, and

by William Dean Howells Over our coffee in the Turkish room Minver was usually a censor of our several foibles rather than a sharer in

A Predicament by Edgar Allan Poe –COMUS. IT was a quiet and still afternoon when I strolled forth in the goodly city of Edina. The

by Edith Wharton “BUT Guy’s heart slept under the violets on Muriel’s grave.” It was a beautiful ending; Theodora had seen girls cry over last

A Problem by Anton Chekhov THE strictest measures were taken that the Uskovs’ family secret might not leak out and become generally known. Half of

by Leo Tolstoy I AN officer named Zhílin was serving in the army in the Caucasus. One day he received a letter from home. It

A Psychological Shipwreck by Ambrose Bierce In the summer of 1874 I was in Liverpool, whither I had gone on business for the mercantile house

by Richard Harding Davis Of the school of earnest young writers at whom the word muckraker had been thrown in opprobrium, and by whom it

by Guy de Maupassant Mattre Saval, notary at Vernon, was passionately fond of music. Although still young he was already bald; he was always carefully