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by Jack London
I SCARCELY know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley Furuseth's credit.
by Jules Verne
THE YEAR 1866 was signalized by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and inexplicable phenomenon, which doubtless no one ...
by Jules Verne
On 24 May 1863, which was a Sunday, my uncle, Professor Lidenbrock, came rushing back towards his little house, No. 19 K...
by Ernest Hemingway
Érase un viejo que solia ir de pesca solo en su bote en el Gulf Stream, y desde hace ya ochenta y cuatro dias no pescaba...
by Ernest Hemingway
Estaba tirado boca abajo, sobre una capa de agujas de pino color castaño, con la barbilla apoyada en los brazos cruzados...
by Harriet Beecher Stowe
Very many years ago, instead of having servants to wait upon them and work for them, people used to have slaves.
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were li...
by Erskine Childers
I HAVE read of men who, when forced by their calling to live for long periods in utter solitude-save for a few black fac...
by Joseph Conrad
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
by Jack London
Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every ...
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-loo...
by Oscar Wilde
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garde...
by Robert Louis Stevenson
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about...
by Jane Austen
E un adevăr de toți știut că un burlac înzestrat cu o avere frumușică trebuie să fie în căutarea unei soții.
by Daniel Defoe, J. J. Grandville
I WAS born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreig...
by Stephen King
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
by George Eliot, Rosalyn Landor
A WIDE plain, where the broadening Floss hurries on between its green banks to the sea, and the loving tide, rushing to ...