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查尔斯·狄更斯(Charles Dickens)(1812年-1870年),英国小说家,出生于海军小职员家庭,10岁时全家被迫迁入负债者监狱,11岁就承担起繁重的家务劳动。 曾在黑皮鞋油作坊当童工,15岁时在律师事务所当学徒,后来当上了民事诉讼法庭的审案记录员,接着又担任报社派驻议会的记者。他只上过几年学,全靠刻苦自学和艰辛劳动成为知名作家。 狄更斯是高产作家,他凭借勤奋和天赋创作出一大批经典著作。他又是一位幽默大师,常常用妙趣横生的语言在浪漫和现实中讲述人间真相,狄更斯是19世纪英国现实主义文学的主要代表。 艺术上以妙趣横生的幽默、细致入微的心理分析,以及现实主义描写与浪漫主义气氛的有机结合著称。马克思把他和萨克雷等称誉为英国的“一批杰出的小说家”。
Rudyard Kipling 1 My Own True Ghost Story2015-05-09
As I came through the Desert thus it was-As I came through the Desert. The City of Dreadful Night. Somewhere in the Other World, where there are books and pictures and plays and shop windows to look at, and thousands of men who spend their lives in building up all four, lives a gentleman who wri
2 The Sending of Dana Da2015-05-09
When the Devil rides on your chest, remember the chamar. -Native Proverb. Once upon a time some people in India made a new heaven and a new earth out of broken teacups, a missing brooch or two, and a hair brush. These were hidden under bushes, or stuffed into holes in the hillside, and an entire
3 In the House of Suddhoo2015-05-08
A stones throw out on either handFrom that well-ordered road we tread,And all the world is wild and strange;Churel and ghoul and Djinn and spriteShall bear us company to-night,For we have reached the Oldest LandWherein the Powers of Darkness range. -From the Dusk to the Dawn. The house of Suddh
4 His Wedded Wife2015-05-08
Cry Murder! in the market-place, and eachWill turn upon his neighbor anxious eyesThat ask:-Art thou the man? We hunted CainSome centuries ago, across the world,That bred the fear our own misdeeds maintainTo-day. -Vibarts Moralities. Shakespeare says something about worms, or it may be
A. Conan Doyle 1 A Case of Identity2015-05-07
My dear fellow, said Sherlock Holmes, as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man can invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of
2 A Scandal in Bohemia I2015-05-07
To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold,
A Scandal in Bohemia II2015-05-06
At three oclock precisely I was at Baker Street, but Holmes had not yet returned. The landlady informed me that he had left the house shortly after eight oclock in the morning. I sat down beside the fire, however, with the intention of awaiting him, however long he might be. I was already deeply i
A Scandal in Bohemia III2015-05-06
I slept at Baker Street that night, and we were engaged upon our toast and coffee in the morning, when the King of Bohemia rushed into the room. You have really got it? he cried, grasping Sherlock Holmes by either shoulder, and looking eagerly into his face. Not yet. But you have hopes?I have ho
The Red-Headed League2015-05-05
I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year, and found him in deep conversation with a very stout, florid-faced elderly gentleman, with fiery red hair. With an apology for my intrusion, I was about to withdraw, when Holmes pulled me abruptly into the room and
Egerton Castle 1 The Baron's Quarry2015-05-05
Oh, no, I assure you, you are not boring Mr. Marshfield, said this personage himself in his gentle voice-that curious voice that could flow on for hours, promulgating profound and startling theories on every department of human knowledge or conducting paradoxical arguments without a single i
Stanley J. Weyman 1 The Fowl in the Pot2015-05-04
An Episode Adapted from the Memoirs of Maximilian de Bethune, Duke of SullyWhat I am going to relate may seem to some merely to be curious and on a party with the diverting story of M. Boisrosé, which I have set down in an earlier part of my memoirs. But among the calumnies of those who have
Robert Louis Stevenson 1 The Pavilion on the Links I2015-05-04
I was a great solitary when I was young. I made it my pride to keep aloof and suffice for my own entertainment; and I may say that I had neither friends nor acquaintances until I met that friend who became my wife and the mother of my children. With one man only was I on private terms; this was R. N
The Pavilion on the Links II2015-05-03
I returned to the den to cook myself a meal, of which I stood in great need, as well as to care for my horse, whom I had somewhat neglected in the morning. From time to time I went down to the edge of the wood; but there was no change in the pavilion, and not a human creature was seen all day upon t
The Pavilion on the Links III2015-05-03
For two days I skulked round the pavilion, profiting by the uneven surface of the links. I became an adept in the necessary tactics. These low hillocks and shallow dells, running one into another, became a kind of cloak of darkness for my inthralling, but perhaps dishonorable, pursuit. Yet, in spite
The Pavilion on the Links IV2015-05-02
This was my wifes story, as I drew it from her among tears and sobs. Her name was Clara Huddlestone: it sounded very beautiful in my ears; but not so beautiful as that other name of Clara Cassilis, which she wore during the longer and, I thank God, the happier portion of her life. Her father, Berna
The Pavilion on the Links V2015-05-02
With the first peep of day, I retired from the open to my old lair among the sand hills, there to await the coming of my wife. The morning was gray, wild, and melancholy; the wind moderated before sunrise, and then went about, and blew in puffs from the shore; the sea began to go down, but the rain
The Pavilion on the Links VI2015-05-01
We were admitted to the pavilion by Clara, and I was surprised by the completeness and security of the defenses. A barricade of great strength, and yet easy to displace, supported the door against any violence from without; and the shutters of the dining-room, into which I was led directly, and whic
The Pavilion on the Links VII2015-05-01
The recollection of that afternoon will always be graven on my mind. Northmour and I were persuaded that an attack was imminent; and if it had been in our power to alter in any way the order of events, that power would have been used to precipitate rather than delay the critical moment. The worst wa
The Pavilion on the Links VIII2015-04-30
Somehow or other, by hook and crook, and between the three of us, we got Bernard Huddlestone bundled upstairs and laid upon the bed in My Uncles Room. During the whole process, which was rough enough, he gave no sign of consciousness, and he remained, as we had thrown him, without changing the posi
The Pavilion on the Links IX2015-04-30
I should have the greatest difficulty to tell you what followed next after this tragic circumstance. It is all to me, as I look back upon it, mixed, strenuous, and ineffectual, like the struggles of a sleeper in a nightmare. Clara, I remember, uttered a broken sigh and would have fallen forward to e
Wilkie Collins 1 The Dream Woman2015-04-29
A Mystery in Four NarrativesTHE FIRST NARRATIVEINTRODUCTORY STATEMENT OF THE FACTS BY PERCY FAIRBANKIHullo, there! Hostler! Hullo-o-o!My dear! why dont you look for the bell?I have looked-there is no bell. And nobody in the yard. How very extraordinary! Call again, dear. Hostler! Hullo
THE FIRST NARRATIVE II2015-04-29
Arriving at the town, we had no difficulty in finding the inn. The town is composed of one desolate street; and midway in that street stands the inn-an ancient stone building sadly out of repair. The painting on the sign-board is obliterated. The shutters over the long range of front windows a
THE FIRST NARRATIVE III2015-04-28
Not much to do here, I say to the hostler. Very little to do, sir, the hostler replies. Anybody staying in the house?The house is quite empty, sir. I thought you were all dead. I could make nobody hear me. The landlord is very deaf, sir, and the waiter is out on an errand. Yes; and you were
THE SECOND NARRATIVE THE HOSTLER'S STORY.—TOLD BY HIMSELF I2015-04-28
It is now ten years ago since I got my first warning of the great trouble of my life in the Vision of a Dream. I shall be better able to tell you about it if you will please suppose yourselves to be drinking tea along with us in our little cottage in Cambridgeshire, ten years since. The time was the c
THE SECOND NARRATIVE THE HOSTLER'S STORY.—TOLD BY HIMSELF II2015-04-27
Now you know how I came to leave home. The next thing to tell is, what happened on the journey. I reached the great house in reasonably good time considering the distance. At the very first trial of it, the prophecy of the cards turned out to be wrong. The person who met me at the lodge gate was not

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