The new road is a modern mountain highway,a black stream of bitumen that loops and sidles along the flank of the range,with pointed bends in the shadowed gullies,and scenic sweeps round the sunny shoulders of the spurs. There are neat white hand-rails to ...[继续阅读]

    At MacTaggart’s Corner a tall man in shirt sleeves greeted them:Mr. Digby,Principal of the school. He walked a block west with them from the corner. Digby could not be called a handsome man,largely because of the angularity of his face. His skin had the w...[继续阅读]

    The island had grown so small that it scarcely looked like a leaf any longer. It looked like the top of a rock which some big wave would cover....[继续阅读]

    For sounds in winter nights,and often in winter days,I heard the forlorn but melodious note of a hooting owl indefinitely far; such a sound as the frozen earth would yield if struck with a suitable plectrum,the very lingua vernacula of Walden Wood,and qui...[继续阅读]

    The eastern mountains were blue-black,and as he watched,the light stood up faintly behind them,coloured at the mountain rims with a washed red,then growing colder,greyer,darker,as it went up overhead,until at a place near the western horizon it merged wit...[继续阅读]

    The thunder was loud and metallic,like the rattle of sheet iron,and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heavens,making everything stand out and come close to us for a moment. Half the sky was chequered with black thunderheads,but all the west ...[继续阅读]

    The tiles were a faded cherry colour,and the toothbrush rack,the fixtures,were ornate,old nickel. The water stormed from the faucet,and Herzog watched as Madeleine transformed herself into an older woman. She had a job at Fordham,and the first requirement...[继续阅读]

    She perceived in his words the realization of her own apprehensive foreboding in former times. He looked upon her as a species of impostor; a guilty woman in the guise of an innocent one. Terror was upon her white face as she saw it; her cheek was flaccid...[继续阅读]

    MARCH came in with a cool and sunny splendor. The yellow jessamine bloomed late and covered the fences and filled the clearing with its sweetness. The peach trees blossomed,and the wild plums.The red birds sang all day,and when they had done with their so...[继续阅读]

    It was a dry Sunday,and really a pleasant day for the 2d of November. There was no sunshine,but the clouds were high,and the wind was so still that the yellow leaves which fluttered down from the hedgerow elms must have fallen from pure decay....[继续阅读]