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by Arthur Conan Doyle
I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation ...
by Edith Nesbit
The beginning of things - They were not railway children at the beginning...
by Eleanor Hodgman Porter, Porter
Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June morning.
by Joseph Conrad
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
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 Mary Shelley
In the introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, Mary Shelley presents herself as "the daughter of two persons o...
by Rudyard Kipling
IN THE sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes.
by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Als ich sechs Jahre alt war, sah ich einmal in einem Buch über den Urwald, das „Erlebte geschichten hieß“, ein prächtige...
by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet
Le premier lundi du mois d’avril 1625, le bourg de Meung, où naquit l’auteur du Roman de la Rose, semblait être da...
by L. Frank Baum
OROTHY lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the far...
by Jane Austen
IT IS A TRUTH universally acknowledge, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
by J. K. Rowling
Ce n’était pas la première fois qu’une dispute éclatait au petit déjeuner dans la maison du 4, Privet Drive. Mr Vernon D...
by Margery Williams Bianco
There was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid.
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.
by William Shakespeare
[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]
by Emily Brontë
1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.