The Golden Slipper
Category： Author：Anna Katharine Green
The Golden Slipper is a collection of nine mysteries solved by Violet Strange, a young sleuth.
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Category： Author：Anna Katharine Green
The Golden Slipper is a collection of nine mysteries solved by Violet Strange, a young sleuth.
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There is a sort of fate about writing books of travel which it is impossible to escape. It is vain to declare that no inducement will bribe one to do it, that there is nothing new to tell, and that nobody wants to read the worn-out story: sooner or later the deed is done, and not till the book is safely shelved does peace descend...
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There are always two ways of looking at a thing, frequently there are six or seven; but two ways of looking at a London fog are quite enough. When it is thick and yellow in the streets and stings a man's throat and lungs as he breathes it, an awakening in the early morning is either an unearthly and grewsome, or a mysteriously en...
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The object of the following pages is to describe the Polar World in its principal natural features, to point out the influence of its long winter-night and fleeting summer on the development of vegetable and animal existence, and finally to picture man waging the battle of life against the dreadful climate of the high latitudes of our ...
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In giving to the world the record of what, looked at as an adventure only, is I suppose one of the most wonderful and mysterious experiences ever undergone by mortal men, I feel it incumbent on me to explain what my exact connection with it is. And so I may as well say at once that I am not the narrator but only the editor of this extr...
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It was the afternoon of Christmas Eve, sinking towards the night. All day long the wintry light had been diluted with fog, and now the vanguard of the darkness coming to aid the mist, the dying day was well nigh smothered between them. When I looked through the window, it was into a vague and dim solidification of space, a myster...
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On my right hand there were lines of fishing stakes resembling a mysterious system of half-submerged bamboo fences, incomprehensible in its division of the domain of tropical fishes, and crazy of aspect as if abandoned forever by some nomad tribe of fishermen now gone to the other end of the ocean; for there was no sign of human ...
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In nothing else under the latter-day sun-not even in the mysterious department of woman’s attire-has Fashion been more variable, or more eccentric in its variations, than in the matter of prefaces. The eternal revolution of letters devours its own children so rapidly that for the hardiest of them ten years count as a generation; each s...
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One day in late September I received the following letter from my lawyer:— \"My Dear Bell,— \"I shall esteem it a favour if you can make it convenient to call upon me at ten o\'clock to-morrow morning on a matter of extreme privacy.\"
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\"This is the third time I\'ve found you poring over that old rhyme. What is the charm, Richard? Not its poetry I fancy.\" And the young wife laid a slender hand on the yellow, time-worn page where, in Old English text, appeared the lines she laughed at.
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