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by L. Frank Baum
"Nobody," said Cap'n Bill solemnly, "ever sawr a mermaid an' lived to tell the tale."
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 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 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...
by Edith Nesbit
There were three of them-Jerry, Jimmy, and Kathleen. Of course, Jerry's name was Gerald, and not Jeremiah, whatever you ...
by Jane Austen
Jane Austen was born on December 16, 1775, in the year before the American Declaration of Independence, and she died on ...
by H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.
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 Nathaniel Hawthorne
HALFWAY DOWN A bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, f...
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
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 ...
by Mary Shelley
In the introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, Mary Shelley presents herself as "the daughter of two persons o...
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
by Oscar Wilde
L'artiste est celui qui crée des choses de beauté.
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth-a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, ...
by Edwin Abbott Abbott
I CALL our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are p...
by Jane Austen
THE family of Dashwood had been long settled in Sussex.