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The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry 欧亨利的短篇小说《麦琪的礼物》 Editor's Note: We are pleased to share a traditional holiday story with you, The Gift of the Magi. You can read along and listen or watch the video. One dollar and eighty-
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I Mrs. St. Vincent was adding up figures. Once or twice she sighed, and her hand stole to her aching forehead. She had always disliked arithmetic. It was unfortunate that nowadays her life should seem to be composed entirely of one particular kind of
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It's interesting that Ms. McCavity should disavow any technical expertise, since that's what we've been saying all along. If she's getting stuck in traffic, it's because there's a lot of traffic. The ant-nets route five thousand percent more traffic
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3. Conflict of Insect Trish gathered her staff in the board room and wrote the following in glowing letters on the wall with her fingertip, leaving the text in her expressive schoolmarm's handwriting rather than converting it to some sterile font: Fi
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I WAS in bed when I heard the gate. I listened carefully. I didnt hear anything else. But I heard that. I tried to wake Cliff. He was passed out. So I got up and went to the window. A big moon was laid over the mountains that went around the city. It
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ITS October, a damp day. From my hotel window I can see too much of this Midwestern city. I can see lights coming on in some of the buildings, smoke from the tall stacks rising in a thick climb. I wish I didnt have to look. I want to pass along to yo
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She rose suddenly to her feet. All the intense emotion that the lawyer had been conscious of in the atmosphere was now concentrated in her tone. I hate him, I tell you! I hate him. I hate him, I hate him! I would like to see him hanged by the neck ti
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Narrated by Martin Jarvis The Peregrines were having breakfast. Though they were alone and the table was long they sat at opposite ends of it. From the walls George Peregrines ancestors, painted by the fashionable painters of the day, looked down upo
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There's nothing hotter than the parking lot of a North Florida Wal-Mart Superstore in mid-August, but that's where they had been living for over a week when Alice found them and took them home with her, the man, the woman, and the snaggle-toothed Chi
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It was now lunch time and they were all sitting under the double green fly of the dining tent pretending that nothing had happened. 'Will you have lime juice or lemon squash?' Macomber asked. 'I'll have a gimlet,' Robert Wilson told him. 'I'll have a
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Narrated by Frank Muller It's trying to get under the raft, Deke said grimly. What's this shit, Pancho? Randy lookedhe looked very carefully. He saw the thing nuzzling the side of the raft, flattening to a shape like half a pizza. For a moment it see
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Quote: The girl detective looked at her reflection in the mirror. This was a different girl. This was a girl who would chew gum. -- DORA KNEZ, in conversation The girl detective's mother is missing. The girl detective's mother has been missing for a
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The Egotists Club is one of the most genial places in London. It is a place to which you may go when you want to tell that odd dream you had last night, or to announce what a good dentist you have discovered. You can write letters there if you like,
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WE ARE ON the front porch at Frank Martin's drying-out facility. Like the rest of us at Frank Martin's, J.P. is first and foremost a drunk. But he's also a chimney sweep. It's his first time here, and he's scared. I've been here once before. What's t
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Araby - read by Colm Meaney NORTH RICHMOND STREET, being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers' School set the boys free. An uninhabited house of two storeys stood at the blind end, detached from its neighbours in a
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He selected Friday, August 17th, for his appearance, and spent most of that day in looking over his wardrobe, ultimately deciding in favour of a large slouched hat with a red feather, a winding-sheet frilled at the wrists and neck, and a rusty dagger
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Holmes was up before six and I found him in the hall pacing back and forth when I came down for breakfast just after half past seven. He swung around to face me. Ah, at last, he said critically. Go and question the child again, he commanded. Learn an
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I regret exceedingly... said M. Hercule Poirot. He was interrupted. Not rudely interrupted. The interruption was suave, dexterous, persuasive rather than contradictory. Please don't refuse offhand, M. Poirot. There are grave issues of State. Your coo
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Alix leaped to a knowledge born of instinct. It was to be tonight But there was still a chance. Gerald, humming his little tune, went round to the back of the house. Without hesitating a moment, she ran down the stairs and out of the cottage. But jus
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31. The Story of El-ahrairah and the Black Rabbit of Inl The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go. Robert Browning Prospice Sooner or later, ever
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