That I had a fever and was avoided,that I suffered greatly,that I often lost my reason,that the time seemed interminable,that I confounded impossible existences with my own identity;that I was a brick in the house wall,and yet entreating to be released fr...[继续阅读]

    In the small Iowa town where he lived he was a minor merchant,known to his neighbors as a “knocker.” Whatever others in his community did or proposed,Marcus Rathbone objected to.His objections,small and large,were legendary. They included the choice of bo...[继续阅读]

    A very friendly shake of the hand,a very earnest “Good-bye,” closed the speech,and the door had soon shut out Frank Churchill. Short had been the notice—short their meeting; he was gone; and Emma felt so sorry to part,and foresaw so great a loss to their ...[继续阅读]

    …and the eyes are of that soft,limpid,turquoise blue,so often sung by the poets,so seldom seen in real life. Lovely eyes in colour,lovely eyes in form—large and tender and quietly thoughtful—but beautiful above all things in the clear truthfulness of look...[继续阅读]

    She was a very pretty figure of a girl,after our fashion of girls,round and slim and flexible,and her face was admirably regular.But her great beauty—and it was very great-was in her coloring. This was of an effect for which there is no word but delicious...[继续阅读]

    The school was a long,stone building with high,narrow windows and you couldn’t see out of them when you were sitting down.They had wide sills covered with chalk dust. In one of these alcoves stood an old vase with some dead flowers in it.There were two lo...[继续阅读]

    On the mainland,a rain was falling.The famous Seattle rain. The thin,gray rain that toadstools love. The persistent rain that knows every hidden entrance into collar and shopping bag. The quiet rain that can rust a tin roof without the tin roof making a s...[继续阅读]

    THE CATHCART LODGE,A LONG,Twostory affair,half-way up a fine covered mountain slope,was one of those summer conveniences of the rich,situated just near enough to the primeval wilds to give one a sense of the unexplored and dangerous in raw nature,and yet ...[继续阅读]

    ‘There is the turtle!’ June shouted. The thing rose from the depths of the tank in its horny breastplate,the beaked head lazy,the eyes with aeons of indifference,the flippers slowly striving,pushing at the glass,the great scales pinkish yellow or,on the b...[继续阅读]

    PAUL would be built like his mother,slightly and rather small. His fair hair went reddish,and then dark brown; his eyes were grey. He was a pale,quiet child,with eyes that seemed to listen,and with a full,dropping underlip....[继续阅读]