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by James Fenimore Cooper
IT WAS a feature peculiar to the colonial wars of North America, that the toils and dangers of the wilderness were to be...
by Ovid
The classics were the raw material of the English Renaissance; to write in the sixteenth century meant to engage in dial...
by Geoffrey Chaucer, John E. Cunningham
Whan that April with his showres soote
by Agatha Christie
MR. Satterthwaite sat on the terrace of Crow's Nest and watched his host, Sir Charles Cartwright, climbing up the path f...
by Agatha Christie
IN the hall of the Tigris Palace Hotel in Baghdad a hospital nurse was finishing a letter.
by Agatha Christie
Iris Marle was thinking about her sister, Rosemary.
by Agatha Christie
Hercule Poirot looked with interest and appreciation at the young woman who was being ushered into the room.
by Mario Puzo
Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice; vengeance on the men who had so cruelly...
by Agatha Christie
"MY dear Monsieur Poirot!" It was a soft purring voice used deliberately as an instrument-nothing impulsive or unpremedi...
by Agatha Christie
WHEN Captain Roger Angmering built himself a house in the year 1782 on the island off Leather-combe Bay, it was thought ...
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
C'était une nuit de conte, ami lecteur, une de ces nuits qui ne peuvent guère survenir que dans notre jeunesse.
by Albert Camus
MAY 1, monsieur, offer my services without running the risk of intruding?
by William Shakespeare
Late in 1621 or early in 1622 two men brought to the son of a somewhat disreputable printer an idea that was to change t...
by Umberto Eco
ON AUGUST 16, 1968, I WAS HANDED A BOOK WRITTEN BY A CERTAIN Abbe Vallet, Le Manuscrit de Dom Adson de Melk, traduit en ...
by William Golding
Lord of the Flies remains as provocative today as when it was first published in 1954, igniting passionate debate with i...
by Franz Kafka
Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.
by Agatha Christie
In the corner of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar ...