Found 420 results for "Collectors and collecting in fiction"
by Alexandre Dumas
SINCE Aramis's singular transformation into a confessor of the order, Baisemeaux was no longer the same man.
by Charlotte Brontë
My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton.
by Stephen King
Extrait de l'hebdomadaire Enterprise, de Westover (Me), 19 aoüt 1966:
by Arthur Conan Doyle
IN the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go throu...
by D. H. Lawrence
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking.
by Lewis Carroll
The book in your hands is the most accessible of all literary masterpieces, and one of the strangest.
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
No início de julho, ao entardecer, sob um calor intenso, um jovem saiu do cubículo que sublocava na travessa S.
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
IN 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, ...
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 Agatha Christie
The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided.
by Alexander Hamilton, James Madison
AFTER an unequivocal experience of the inefficacy of the subsisting federal government, you are called upon to deliberat...
by Kenneth Grahame
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.
by George Eliot, Jessica Hische
MISS BROOKE had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
by Agatha Christie
Everybody has been at me, right and left, to write this story from the great (represented by Lord Nasby) to the small (r...
by Alexis de Tocqueville, Gustave de Beaumont
AFTER the birth of a human being, his early years are obscurely spent in the toils or pleasures of childhood.
by Jane Austen
THE family of Dashwood had been long settled in Sussex.
by Jack London
The soft summer wind stirs the redwoods, and Wild-Water ripples sweet cadences over its mossy stones.