The Wings of the Dove
Category： Author：亨利.詹姆斯 Henry James
是悲剧三角恋中不可磨灭的一幕，两个贫穷而热情的恋人勾引了一个垂死的女人，希望她能给她们留下自己的财富。故事结束于Kate的一句隐晦的惊叹：我们永远不再是以前的我们了！
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Category： Author：亨利.詹姆斯 Henry James
是悲剧三角恋中不可磨灭的一幕，两个贫穷而热情的恋人勾引了一个垂死的女人，希望她能给她们留下自己的财富。故事结束于Kate的一句隐晦的惊叹：我们永远不再是以前的我们了！
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Behind a big rock which looked down over the wide, straggling road that ran upward through the mountains crouched a long, lean figure. Snuggled against his right shoulder was a rifle, and the bearded face beneath the broad-brimmed panama was turned toward the roadway below. The hot sun beat down remorselessly, and its blinding rays we...
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Category： Author：Henry Walsworth Kinney
The black bow of the Tenyo Maru cut into the broad ribbon of moonlight stretching, interminably, straight into the vast spaces of the opalescent night. Somewhere ahead, bathed in that same pale illumination, invisible, lay Japan.
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Every one knew little Violet. She sat always in a small window which projected out over the street, and her purple frock and pale face were looked for and recognized by almost every passer-by.
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The proud lady in the new runabout was homeward bound from a shopping raid. It was her first voyage down-town alone with the thing. She guided the old family horse up to her curb in a graceful sweep, but, like a new elevator-boy, could not come to a stop at the stopping-place.
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AD you not better go on a little faster with your work, Polly?” said Minnie Wingfield, glancing up for a minute from her own, over which her little fingers had been busily moving, and from which she now for the first time raised her eyes.
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Each time I begin a book of travel I search for the reasons that sent me awandering. Foolishness, for I ought to know by this time the wander fever was born in my blood; it is in the blood of my sister and brothers. We were brought up in an inland town in Victoria, Australia, and the years have seen us roaming all over the world. I do ...
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The cry, taken up by a score of youthful voices, echoed and re-echoed along the concrete-paved corridors of the Averleigh T.D.S.—such being the official designation of the Training and Disciplinary School—one of those mushroom-growth establishments that bid fair to blossom into permanent instruction schools under the aegis of the juven...
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