类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：546 作者： 未知
简介：The impatient cry was heard through all the narrow gloomy street, where the old richly-carved house-fronts bowed to meet one another and left for the eye's comfort only a bare glimpse of blue. It was,...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：546 作者： 未知
简介：On the North-West frontier of India stood the little fort of Darlinger. It had been erected two years previous to the opening of this story, and was occupied by three companies of a Punjaubi regiment ...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：546 作者： 未知
简介：It was a saying of Dryden that Anything, though ever so little, which a man speaks of himself, in my opinion, is still too much. This depends upon what a writer says. No man is required to give an opi...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：546 作者： 未知
简介：The half-hour dressing-bell rung out as Sir Duncan Forbes jumped from the hired carriage which had borne him the last stage of his journey to Kilsyth, and immediately followed his servant, who had put...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：546 作者： 未知
简介：Belgium, after centuries of intermittent misery and recuperation as the cockpit of Europe, had with a hundred years of the peaceful fruition of the intelligence, courage, thrift, and industry of its p...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：546 作者： 未知
简介：All through that Saturday night, rain drummed down mercilessly and unseasonably on Sweetwater Beach. Thunder pealed and lightning flared. In between, Mel Armstrong heard the steady boom of the Pacific...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：546 作者： 未知
简介：From Bocca di Magra to Bocca dArno, mile after mile, the sandy beaches smoothly, unbrokenly extend. Inland from the beach, behind a sheltering belt of pines, lies a strip of coastal plainflat as a sli...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：545 作者： 未知
简介：The papers collected here under the name of 'My Literary Passions' were printed serially in a periodical of such vast circulation that they might well have been supposed to have found there all the ac...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：545 作者： 未知
简介：On the day when I found myself with twopence in my pocket, I naturally made up my mind to go round the world....
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：545 作者： 未知
简介：Five o'clock in the morning. En route for the Gare de l'Est. All the same, as I turn the corner of the street in which I live, I experience a feeling of heartrending distress. I stop and glance back. ...
