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类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：865 作者： 未知
简介：In giving to the world the record of what, looked at as an adventure only, is I suppose one of the most wonderful and mysterious experiences ever undergone by mortal men, I feel it incumbent on me to ...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：865 作者： 未知
简介：The stories contained in this volume were translated by several hands. The version of The Victory is the author's own work. The seven stories which follow were translated by Mr. C. F. Andrews, with th...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：864 作者： 未知
简介：If there were no God, said the eighteenth century Deist, it would be necessary to invent Him. Now this XVIII century god was deus ex machina, the god who helped those who could not help themselves, th...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：864 作者： D. H. Lawrence劳伦斯
简介：Malloy was in his month for lying on his stomach to avoid bed sores. He was walking from Peoria, Illinois, to Detroit, Michigan, currently and he had just reached Chicago. It was fine to see State Str...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：863 作者： 未知
简介：EVERY man knows there are evils in the world which need setting right. Every man has pretty definite ideas as to what these evils are. But to most men one in par-tic-u-lar stands out vividly. To some,...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：863 作者： 未知
简介：After having passed the greater part of my life in the country, I came at length, in the year 1881, to reside in Moscow, where I was immediately struck with the extreme state of pauperism in that city...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：863 作者： Thomas Dixon
简介：Mary Adams, you're a fool!The single dimple in a smooth red cheek smiled in answer....
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：863 作者： 未知
简介：As I was sitting on the verandah of John Bard's bungalow, glancing through a two-month old copy of The Sketch, I heard the clang of the iron gate below where I sat. I raised my eyes from the paper and...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：862 作者： 未知
简介：Dorfield was trying to settle down into its prewar quiet, but no matter how conservative and sleepy a town has been, when once it is shaken up with war activities it finds it difficult to go to sleep ...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：862 作者： John Buchan
简介：It was with a light heart and a pleasing consciousness of holiday that I set out from the inn at Allermuir to tramp my fifteen miles into the unknown. I walked slowly, for I carried my equipment on my...