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The Outcasts of Poker Flat by Bret Harte 英语短篇小说:布雷特哈特《扑克滩的遗弃人》 We present The Outcasts of Poker Flat by Bret Harte. Here is Jim Tedder. John Oakhurst was a gambler. He had lived in the small western town of Pok
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Come on, said Vic. It'll be great. No, it won't, I said, although I'd lost this fight hours ago, and I knew it. It'll be brilliant, said Vic, for the hundredth time. Girls! Girls! Girls! He grinned with white teeth. We both attended an all-boys' scho
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I Towards seven oclock in the evening, after having drunk my tea, I left a station, the name of which I do not remember, though I do remember it was somewhere in the district of the Don Cossack Army near Novocherkassk.* It was already dark when, havi
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Mr Mayherne adjusted his pince-nez and cleared his throat with a little dry-as-dust cough that was wholly typical of him. Then he looked again at the man opposite him, the man charged with wilful murder. Mr Mayherne was a small man precise in manner,
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Kongoni, the old gun-bearer, in the lead watching the blood spoor, Wilson watching the grass for any movement, his big gun ready, the second gun-bearer looking ahead and listening, Macomber close to Wilson, his rifle cocked, they had just moved into
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On an island so far north that it snowed from September to April, a boy named Frederik kept himself warm by keeping a secret. Some mornings, the top of the water in the kitchen jug had frozen into a disc of ice. Frederik had to smash it with a wooden
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THAT VERY SINGULAR man, old Dr. Heidegger, once invited four venerable friends to meet him in his study. There were three white-bearded gentlemen, Mr. Medbourne, Colonel Killigrew, and Mr. Gascoigne, and a withered gentlewoman, whose name was the Wid
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A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The man's hands were behind his back, the wrists bound with a cord. A rope closely encircled his neck. It was attached to a stout cross-timbe
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I When Mr. Hiram B. Otis, the American Minister, bought Canterville Chase, every one told him he was doing a very foolish thing, as there was no doubt at all that the place was haunted. Indeed, Lord Canterville himself, who was a man of the most punc
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CHAPTER VI When the wedding took place, some three weeks later, St. Peters was crowded with a perfect mob of smart people. The service was read in the most impressive manner by the Dean of Chichester, and everybody agreed that they had never seen a h
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I am now a very old man and this is something which happened to me when I was very youngonly nine years old. It was 1914, the summer after my brother Dan died in the west field and three years before America got into World War I. Ive never told anyon
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The scene was indeed dramatic enough. A few yards away Bridget lay in the snow. She was wearing scarlet pyjamas and a white wool wrap thrown round her shoulders. The white wool wrap was stained with crimson. Her head was turned aside and hidden by th
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Richard Kinnell wasnt frightened when he first saw the picture at the yard sale in Rosewood. He was fascinated by it, and he felt hed had the good luck to find something which might be very special, but fright? No. It didnt occur to him until later (
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Breathing hard, not quite panting, Kinnell hurried back into the entryway. The picture was still there, but it had changed once more. Now it showed two glaring white circlesheadlightswith the dark shape of the car hulking behind them. Hes on the move
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I watched as he tumbled out from the safety of his truck and began hopping, but I could not spare him any more of my attention after that. A second zombie, perhaps sensing my presence on that street as I imagined only a zombie could (or was that trul
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After the guy was dead and the smell of his burning flesh was off the air, we all went back down to the beach. Corey had his radio, one of those suitcase-sized transistor jobs that take about forty batteries and also make and play tapes. You couldn't
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Goodbye, darling. Goodbye, sweetheart. Alix Martin stood leaning over the small rustic gate, watching the retreating figure of her husband as he walked down the road in the direction of the village. Presently he turned a bend and was lost to sight, b
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IT was a hot afternoon, and the railway carriage was correspondingly sultry, and the next stop was at Templecombe, nearly an hour ahead. The occupants of the carriage were a small girl, and a smaller girl, and a small boy. An aunt belonging to the ch
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On Bernadotte Avenue, right next to the Central Bus Station, theres a hole in the wall. There used to be an ATM there once, but it broke or something, or else nobody ever used it, so the people from the bank came in a pickup and took it, and never br
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Theres this village in Uzbekistan that was built right smack at the mouth of Hell. The soil there isnt any good for farming, and the minerals arent too great either, so whatever small income the inhabitants can earn to make ends meet comes mostly fro
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