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When the World Was Young by Jack London - from 'The Night-Born and Other Stories' (1913). Read by William Coon HE was a very quiet, self-possessed sort of man, sitting a moment on top of the wall to sound the damp darkness for warnings of the dangers
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We Can Remember It For You Wholesale He awoke and wanted Mars. The valleys, he thought. What would it be like to trudge among them? Great and greater yet: the dream grew as he became fully conscious, the dream and the yearning. He could almost feel t
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After a delay probably as long as they could manage he found himself once more seated facing the imposing walnut desk, exactly as he had been an hour or so earlier in the day. Some technique you have, Quail said sardonically. His disappointment and r
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1 In spite of his pilot's license, Dees didn't really get interested until the murders at the airport in Maryland the third and fourth murders in the series. Then he smelled that special combination of blood and guts which readers of Inside View had
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Well, of course not. Why should I be? Old Colonel Lacey laughed, a deep, rumbling laugh. I wouldn't put it past you, Em, he said. When you look your most innocent is when you are up to something. Revolving these things in her mind, Mrs Lacey went on:
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Said Poirot gravely. I have been a bachelor for many long years and it is unlikely that I shall change that status now. Oh, never say die, said Michael. I saw in the paper that someone of ninety-five married a girl of twenty-two the other day. You en
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(said) Poirot severely. You have drunk it? One sip was enough! said Bridget. I'm all right. Did I do it well, M. Poirot? Goodness, my arm hurts still after that tourniquet you made me put on it. You were splendid, my child, said Poirot. Splendid. But
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I collected my Trans Am from the doorman and drove down to the Golden Glow, the bar at the south end of the Loop owned by my friend Sal Barthele. My appearance with a good-looking stranger caused a stir among the regularsas Id hoped. Murray Ryerson,
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THE DREAM Hercule Poirot gave the house a steady appraising glance. His eyes wandered a moment to its surroundings, the shops, the big factory building on the right, the blocks of cheap mansion flats opposite. Then once more his eyes returned to Nort
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Maybe it would be best to begin this way. Let's start, in fact, on the day that it all started, with Laura already at work in the county library. But here's the thingas the day goes by, maybe she won't even come to realize yet that the dead are sudde
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The Limited I saw a man swerve his car And try to hit a stray dog, But the quick mutt dodged Between two parked cars And made his escape. God, I thought, did I just see What I think I saw? At the next red light, I pulled up beside the man And stared
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Chaddy came in to play with me. Chaddy and I have never liked to lose to each other. When we were younger, we used to be forbidden to play games together, because they always ended in a fight. We think we know each others mettle intimately. I think h
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Monsieur Rose (Mr. Rose) HE WAS AS ALOOF AND SELF-CONTAINED AS A CAT. He had an easy life; he had never married; and he was rich. Ever since he had been a child his face had had a condescending, mocking expression that inspired respect. He seemed to
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Well, thought Monsieur Rose, Ill get even with him tomorrow. Tomorrow where would he be tomorrow? He knew there was an airfield not far away, and an army camp a bit farther on. Even farther away there were railway lines, bridges, and large factories.
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The Ransomes had been burgled. Robbed, Mrs. Ransome said. Burgled, Mr. Ransome corrected. Premises were burgled; persons were robbed. Mr. Ransome was a solicitor by profession and thought words mattered. Though burgled was the wrong word too. Burglar
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The Millennium: January 1, 20006:20 A.M. I was driving south on I-25 and kept sneaking glances through my half-closed eyes in hopes of seeing those first, dull, yellow rays of daylight crawling up from the horizon. My county in northern Wyoming is ap
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Korbi was a punk like all punks. The kind that you dont know whether theyre uglier or stupider. And like all punks he had a beautiful girlfriend, who no one could understand what she was doing with him. She was a tall brunette, taller than him, and h
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I confronted Holmes with the papers and my suspicions. I had hoped, more than I hope for paradise, that he would dismiss my deductions with his soft, mocking laugh, and show me some utterly commonplace alternative explanation of the facts. My hopes w
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Of the many adventures in which I have participated with my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes, none has been more singularly horrifying than the case of the Whitechapel killings, nor ever had I previously had cause to doubt the sanity of my friend. I need b
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I visited St. Louis lately, and on my way West, after changing cars at Terre Haute, Indiana, a mild, benevolent-looking gentleman of about forty-five, or maybe fifty, came in at one of the way-stations and sat down beside me. We talked together pleas
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