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by Henry van Dyke “What surprises me in her behaviour,” said he, “is its thoroughness. Woman seldom does things by halves, but often by doubles.”

by Victor Hugo La vieuville was suddenly cut short by a cry of despair, and a the same time a noise was heard wholly unlike

by William Dean Howells Florindo and Lindora had come to the end of another winter in town, and had packed up for another summer in

by Charles Dickens WHEN Don Diego de – I forget his name – the inventor of the last new Flying Machines, price so many francs

by Mark Twain John Wagner, the oldest man in Buffalo–one hundred and four years old –recently walked a mile and a half in two weeks.

by Jack London It was in the A. C. Company’s big store at Dawson, on a morning of crisp frost, that Lucille Arral beckoned Smoke

by O. Henry The drug clerk looks sharply at the white face half concealed by the high-turned overcoat collar. “I would rather not supply you,”

by William Dean Howells “Who is Blennerhassett?” asked William Wirt, at the trial of Aaron Burr for treason, and many a schoolboy since has echoed

A Fruitless Assignment by Ambrose Bierce Henry Saylor, who was killed in Covington, in a quarrel with Antonio Finch, was a reporter on the Cincinnati

by Henry van Dyke I It was the black patch over his left eye that made all the trouble. In reality he was of a

by D. H. Lawrence Beauvale is, or was, the largest parish in England. It is thinly populated, only just netting the stragglers from shoals of

by Mark Twain [AT A FOURTH OF JULY GATHERING, IN LONDON, OF AMERICANS] MR. CHAIRMAN AND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: I thank you for the compliment

by T.S. Arthur “Arty! Arty!” called Mrs. Mayflower, from the window, one bright June morning. “Arty, darling! What is the child after? Just look at

by Guy de Maupassant My darlings,” said the comtesse, “you might go to bed.” The three children, two girls and a boy, rose and kissed

by Mark Twain A grand affair of a ball–the Pioneers’–came off at the Occidental some time ago. The following notes of the costumes worn by

by W. W. Jacobs It was a still fair evening in late summer in the parish of Wapping. The hands had long since left, and

by Leo Tolstoy “–AND you say that a man cannot, of himself, understand what is good and evil; that it is all environment, that the

After The Theatre by Anton Chekhov NADYA ZELENIN had just come back with her mamma from the theatre where she had seen a performance of

by James Joyce THE cars came scudding in towards Dublin, running evenly like pellets in the groove of the Naas Road. At the crest of

After the Winter by Kate Chopin I Trézinie, the blacksmith’s daughter, stepped out upon the gallery just as M’sieur Michel passed by. He did not

by Edith Wharton I “Oh, there is one, of course, but you’ll never know it.” The assertion, laughingly flung out six months earlier in a

by O. Henry The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few.

Agafya by Anton Chekhov DURING my stay in the district of S. I often used to go to see the watchman Savva Stukatch, or simply

by W. W. Jacobs The able-bodied men of the village were at work, the children were at school singing the multiplication-table lullaby, while the wives