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by W. W. Jacobs At half-past nine the crew of the _Merman_ were buried in slumber, at nine thirty-two three of the members were awake
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by W. W. Jacobs At half-past nine the crew of the _Merman_ were buried in slumber, at nine thirty-two three of the members were awake
by Arthur Quiller-Couch A REPORTED TALE OF ARDEVORA You’ve heard tell, I dare say, about Landlord Cummins and Billy Bosistow, and the great jealousy there
by Rudyard Kipling And he told a tale.–_Chronicles of Gautama Buddha._ Far from the haunts of Company Officers who insist upon kit-inspections, far from keen-nosed
by O. Henry Spring winked a vitreous optic at Editor Westbrook of the _Minerva Magazine_, and deflected him from his course. He had lunched in
by W. W. Jacobs The old man stood by the window, gazing at the frozen fields beyond. The sign of the Cauliflower was stiff with
by Bret Harte “It’s all very well,” said Joe Wynbrook, “for us to be sittin’ here, slingin’ lies easy and comfortable, with the wind whistlin’
by O. Henry If you are a philosopher you can do this thing: you can go to the top of a high building, look down
by Arthur Quiller-Couch From Noughts and Crosses: Stories, Studies and Sketches. “Among these million Suns how shall the strayed Soul find her way back to
by Louisa May Alcott “Handsome is that handsome does.” I Once upon a time there raged in a certain city one of those fashionable epidemics
by Katherine Mansfield WHEN she opened the door and saw him standing there she was more pleased than ever before, and he, too, as he
by Charles Dickens Mudfog is a pleasant town–a remarkably pleasant town–situated in a charming hollow by the side of a river, from which river, Mudfog
by Robert Barr Eugene Caspilier sat at one of the metal tables of the Cafe Egalite, allowing the water from the carafe to filter slowly
by Mark Twain Will the reader please to cast his eye over the following lines, and see if he can discover anything harmful in them?
by Rudyard Kipling I had not seen Penfentenyou since the Middle Nineties, when he was Minister of Ways and Woodsides in De Thouar’s first Administration.
by L. Frank Baum Published in L. Frank Baum’s first children’s book, Mother Goose in Prose (1897), illustrated by Maxfield Parrish. Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where do
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by Guy de Maupassant In Argenteuil she was called Queen Hortense. No one knew why. Perhaps it was because she had a commanding tone of
by P. G. Wodehouse I think one of the rummiest affairs I was ever mixed up with, in the course of a lifetime devoted to
by O. Henry Can you inform me where I can buy an interest in a newspaper of some kind? I have some money and would
by Andy Adams No State in the Union was ever called upon to meet and deal with the criminal element as was Texas. She was
by Leo Tolstoy translated by Nathan Haskell Dole Well, it happened about three o’clock. The gentlemen were playing. There was the tall visitor, as our
Rappaccini’s Daughter by Nathaniel Hawthorne We do not remember to have seen any translated specimens of the productions of M. de l’Aubepine–a fact the less
by Washington Irving During a summer’s residence in the old Moorish palace of the Alhambra, of which I have already given numerous anecdotes to the