Found 114 results for "David S. Ballantine"
The Big Sleep
by Raymond Chandler
It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the cle...
Доктор Живаго
by Boris Leonidovich Pasternak
On they went, singing "Rest Eternal," and whenever they stopped, their feet, the horses, and the gusts of wind seemed to...
Uncle Tom's Cabin
by Harriet Beecher Stowe
LATE in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting in a well-furnished room in a town in Kent...
The Spy Who Came in from the Cold
by John le Carré
The American handed Leamas another cup of coffee and said, "Why don't you go back and sleep?
Les Misérables
by Victor Hugo
In 1815 Monsieur Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of Digne.
Phantastes
by George MacDonald
Certa manhã, despertei com a usual perplexidade da mente que acompanha o retorno à consciência.
Dracula
by Bram Stoker
3 May. Bistritz. - Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at...
She
by H. Rider Haggard
There are some events of which each circumstance and surrounding detail seem to be graven on the memory in such fashion ...
The Marvelous Land of Oz
by L. Frank Baum
IN the Country of the Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of Oz, lived a youth called Tip.
The Prophet
by Kahlil Gibran, R. Black
Al-Mustafa, der Auserwählte und der Geliebte, der seiner Zeit ein Morgenrot war, hatte zwölf Jahre lang in der Stadt Orf...
The Hound of the Baskervilles
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, der sehr spät am Morgen aufzustehen pflegte (außer bei den gar nicht seltenen Gelegenheiten, da er ...
The Art of War
by 孙武, Stephen F. Kaufman
ACCORDING TO AN OLD STORY, a lord of ancient China once asked his physician, a member of a family of healers, which of t...
The Sign of Four
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco cas...
The Man Who Was Thursday
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset.