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by Bret Harte A bird twittered! The morning sun shining through the open window was apparently more potent than the cool mountain air, which had

by Katherine Mansfield A stout man with a pink face wears dingy white flannel trousers, a blue coat with a pink handkerchief showing, and a

by Jack London Batard was a devil. This was recognized throughout the Northland. “Hell’s Spawn” he was called by many men, but his master, Black

by Herman Melville Bartleby, the Scrivener. A Story of Wall-street. I AM a rather elderly man. The nature of my avocations for the last thirty

by Ralph Henry Barbour I don’t know how she could have done it. I couldn’t have done it myself. At least, I don’t think so.

by Hans Christian Andersen THERE was once a sculptor, named Alfred, who having won the large gold medal and obtained a travelling scholarship, went to

by Joseph Conrad CHAPTER I While we were hanging about near the water’s edge, as sailors idling ashore will do (it was in the open

by W. W. Jacobs July 12, 1915.–Disquieting rumours to the effect that epidemic of Billetitis hitherto confined to the north of King’s Road shows signs

by Henry van Dyke As I came round the bush I was aware of four beggars in the shade of it, counting their spoils. They

by Franz Kafka Translation by Ian Johnston Before the law sits a gatekeeper. To this gatekeeper comes a man from the country who asks to

by Guy de Maupassant HOW STRANGE are those old recollections which haunt us without our being able to get rid of them! This one is

by Guy de Maupassant The coach for Havre was ready to leave Criquetot, and all the passengers were waiting for their names to be called

by Rudyard Kipling “Book–Book–Domesday Book!” They were letting in the water for the evening stint at Robert’s Mill, and the wooden Wheel where lived the

by Aesop The Mice once called a meeting to decide on a plan to free themselves of their enemy, the Cat. At least they wished

by F. Scott Fitzgerald The Baltimore Station was hot and crowded, so Lois was forced to stand by the telegraph desk for interminable, sticky seconds

by Edgar Allan Poe Illustration for “Berenice” by Harry Clarke, from Edgar Allan Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination, 1919. Dicebant mihi sodales, si sepulchrum

by Herman Melville (1855)In the year 1799, Captain Amasa Delano, of Duxbury, in Massachusetts,commanding a large sealer and general trader, lay at anchor with avaluable

by Henry Lawson Sort of jumbled curve of bay – sand, rotten rock and beach scrub and tussock. As if it were meant to be

by Guy de Maupassant Dr. Bonnet, my old friend–one sometimes has friends older than one’s self–had often invited me to spend some time with him

by F. Scott Fitzgerald After dark on Saturday night one could stand on the first tee of the golf-course and see the country-club windows as

by Honore de Balzac I. How Bertha Remained a Maiden in the Married State About the time of the first flight of the Dauphin, which

by Rudyard Kipling The orang-outang in the big iron cage lashed to the sheep-pen began the discussion. The night was stiflingly hot, and as I