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又名: The Garden of Evil 恶魔花园 "The Lair of the White Worm" is a fantastic, dream-like narrative whose only saving grace is that there's nothing else like it out there. The plot is a maze of myth and pseudo-gothic imagery that, while never the least bit convincing, is somehow irresistible.
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Category： Author：Halliwell Sutcliffe
Up through the rich valley known now as Wensleydale, but in those days marked by the lustier name of Yoredale, news had crept that there was civil war in England, that sundry skirmishes had been fought already, and that His Majesty was needing all leal men to rally to his standard.
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Category： Author：Fergus Hume
“Eleven o’clock and a windy night!” might have been the cry of a mediæval watchman at that hour on the 24th July 19—.
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Category： Author：Thornton W. Burgess
A cheery whistle or a song Will help the daily work along.
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Category： Author：Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett
“The stars come nightly to the sky; The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high ,Can keep my own away from me.”
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Category： Author：D. H. Lawrence劳伦斯
"A book of real distinction both of style and thought. Many of the descriptive passages have an almost lyrical charm and the characterisation is generally speaking deft and life-like.
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Category： Author：Edward Alden Jewell
Her name was Stella, and she did not like her name. Her hair was quite lustrous, but she did not like her hair, either, and stood combing it jerkily before a glass which possessed in its midst one of those unfortunate waves capable of drawing the face of the beholder into a sad and sometimes startling distortion.
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Category： Author：Frank Thomas Bullen
Shining serenely as some immeasurable mirror beneath the smiling face of heaven, the solitary ocean lay in unrippled silence. It was in those placid latitudes south of the line in the Pacific, where weeks, aye months, often pass without the marginless blue level being ruffled by any wandering keel.
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Category： Author：O.Henry
Coralio reclined, in the mid-day heat, like some vacuous beauty lounging in a guarded harem. The town lay at the sea's edge on a strip of alluvial coast.
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