It was a very quiet place,as such a place should be,save for the cawing of the rooks who had built their nests among the branches of some tall old trees,and were calling to one another,high up in the air.First one sleek bird,hovering near his ragged house...[继续阅读]

    He rode not a mule,like his companion,but a strong hackney for the road,to save his gallant war-horse,which a squire led behind,fully accoutred for battle,with a chamfron or plaited headpiece upon his head,having a short spike projecting from the front. O...[继续阅读]

    The rapid little stream …was crossed by a bridge of hewn timber,…This little torrent,whose dark waters gushed over the limestones that lined its bottom,was nothing less than one of the many sources of the Susquehanna; a river to which the Atlantic herself...[继续阅读]

    Brooke’s apartment is the size of five minutes. A miniature livingroom with hideous pale mauve walls which the previous tenant fancied and which he can’t be bothered to repaint. Bookshelves everywhere. A worn sofa covered with a very large and elegant whi...[继续阅读]

    It was a peaceful autumn day. The gilding of the Indian summer mellowed the pastures far and wide. The russet woods stood ripe to be stript,but were yet full of leaf. The purple of heathbloom,faded but not withered,tinged the hills. The beck wandered down...[继续阅读]

    The snowfall thickened,the flakes like gobbets of soap froth,blown crazily by the wind,and piling in thin drifts halfway up the windowpanes. It didn’t matter how well a person.knew his way—he could easily mistake it,with everything white and unrecognizabl...[继续阅读]

    Ursula was watching the butterflies,of which there were dozens near the water,little blue ones suddenly snapping out of nothingness into a jewel-life,a large black-and-red one standing upon a flower and breathing with his soft wings,intoxicatingly,breathi...[继续阅读]

    The pulperia—or drinking shop —of the proprietress,Madama Timotea Ortiz,occupied the ground floor. On the bottles of brandy,anisada,Scotch “smoke” and inexpensive wines behind the little counter the dust lay thick save where the fingers of infrequent cust...[继续阅读]

    Her hair was very wonderful; it was loose and abundant,and seemed wavy or curly,falling in a cloud on her shoulders and arms. Dark it appeared,but the precise tint was indeterminable,as was that of her skin,which looked neither brown nor white....[继续阅读]

    They are dark caves. Even when they open towards the sun,very little light penetrates down the entrance tunnel into the circular chamber. There is little to see,and no eye to see it,until the visitor arrives for his five minutes,and strikes a match....[继续阅读]