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Safety Match, A - Anton Chekov (1894-1905) - Short Story
"On the morning of October 6, 1885, in the office of the Inspector of Police of the second division of S---- District, there appeared a respectably dressed young man, who announced that his master, Marcus Ivanovitch Klausoff, a retired officer of the Horse Guards, separated from his wife, had been murdered." Chekhov links
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Letter, The - Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864) - Novel
"A throng of bearded men, in sad-coloured garments and grey steeple-crowned
hats, inter-mixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was
assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered
with oak, and studded with iron spikes."
Scarlet
Pimpernel- Baroness Emmuska Orczy - Novel
"A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in
name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated
by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate."
Sign
of Four, The - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930)
"Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and
his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous
fingers he adjusted the delicate needle and rolled back his left shirtcuff."
Song
of Last Meeting - Anna Alkhmatova - Poem
"I was help less and my breast was freezing..." Akhmatova
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Song
Love Arm'd - Aphra Behn (1640?-1689) - Poem
"Love in fantastic triumph sat, / Whilst bleeding hearts around
him flow'd..."
Story
of a Farm Girl, The - Guy de Maupassant (1850-1893) - Short Story
"The servant, Rose, remained alone in the large kitchen, where the fire
was dying out on the hearth beneath the large boiler of hot water." Maupassant
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Story
of an Hour - Kate Chopin (1851-1904) - Short Story
"Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care
was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death."
Suppose
- Anne Reeve Aldrich - Poem
"How sad if, by some strange new law, / All kisses scarred!"
