Found 2,079 results for "Adam Hall"
by Charles Dickens, Margeret Tarner
IN these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputabl...
by Richard Adams
The primroses were over. Toward the edge of the wood, where the ground became open and sloped down to an old fence and a...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, der sehr spät am Morgen aufzustehen pflegte (außer bei den gar nicht seltenen Gelegenheiten, da er ...
by Charles Dickens, Mary Sebag-Montefiore
THIRTY years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
by United States
SECTION 1. All legislative powers herein granted shall be vested in a Congress of the United States, which shall consist...
by Agatha Christie
In the afternoons it was the custom of Miss Jane Marple to unfold her second newspaper.
by Kenneth Grahame
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.
by Augustine of Hippo
"Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised;"5 "Great is our Lord and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite."...
by Joseph Conrad
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
by William Shakespeare
[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]
by Όμηρος
TELL ME, O MUSE, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
by Victor Hugo
Three hundred and forty-eight years, six months, and nineteen days ago, the good people of Paris awoke to the sound of a...
by Willa Cather
I FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me and interminable journey the great midland plain of North America.
by H. G. Wells
THE stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the ...
by John Stuart Mill
John Stuart Mill said in his Autobiography that his father, James Mill, was "the last of the eighteenth century."
by Kate Chopin
A green and yellow parrot, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over: "Allez vous-en! Allez vo...
by Ernest Hemingway
Érase un viejo que solia ir de pesca solo en su bote en el Gulf Stream, y desde hace ya ochenta y cuatro dias no pescaba...