Category： Short Stories Author：novel
I well remember the terrors of a certain night when the wind was howling and the rain was beating down in torrents over the arid plains of the Lüneburger Haide; between them they had blown or blotted out the flickering lights of a heavy, lumbering travelling carriage such as one used to hire in the so-called good old times.
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
Two of these essays, \'The Function of Criticism\' and \'The Religion of Rousseau,\' were contributed to the Times Literary Supplement; that on \'The Poetry of Edward Thomas\' in the Nation; all the rest save one have appeared in the Athenum.
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
“Here it is springtime again, boys!”
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
Malcolm Stratton, F.Z.S., naturalist, a handsome, dark-complexioned man of eight-and-twenty, started and flushed like a girl as he hurriedly thrust the photograph he had been apostrophising into his breast pocket, and ran to the deep, dingy window of his chambers to look at the clock over the old hall of Bencher’s Inn, E.C. It was an u...
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
They were friends in a friendship closer than brotherhood. Nello was a little Ardennois,—Patrasche was a big Fleming. They were both of the same age by length of years, yet one was still young, and the other was already old. They had dwelt together almost all their days; both were orphaned and destitute, and owed their lives to the sam...
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