A Window in Thrums
Category： Author：J. M. Barrie
The story of the "untrue son" - is one of several novels about the fictional village of Thrums.The Window in Thurms cottage sits at the junctions of Glamis Road and Forfar Road.
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Category： Author：J. M. Barrie
The story of the "untrue son" - is one of several novels about the fictional village of Thrums.The Window in Thurms cottage sits at the junctions of Glamis Road and Forfar Road.
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Category： Author：Bret Harte布勒特·哈特
“In the Carquinez Woods, in the arms of the man you were just defending—Low, the half-breed.” The room had become so dark that from the road nothing could be distinguished. Only the momentary sound of struggling feet was heard. “Sit down,” said Brace's voice, “and don't be a fool.
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Category： Author：novel
The Man of the Desert begins at a small railroad station. Onlookers are speculating about a fancy private railroad car that has arrived in the night.
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Category： Author：Johanna Spyri
It is a long, steep climb up to the Bath House at Fideris, after leaving the road leading up through the long valley of Prättigau.
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Category： Author：杰罗米·K·杰罗米 Jerome Klapka Jerome
All Roads Lead to Calvery, by Jerome K. Jerome, is a humorous tale set against one of the most important events in modern history. Published in 1919.
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Category： Author：John Buchan
During the past year, in the intervals of an active life, I have amused myself with constructing this tale. It has been scribbled in every kind of odd place and moment—in England and abroad, during long journeys, in half-hours between graver tasks; and it bears, I fear, the mark of its gipsy begetting.
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Category： Author：Lucy Maud Montgomery
It was a clear, apple-green evening in May, and Four Winds Harbour was mirroring back the clouds of the golden west between its softly dark shores. The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, but a sly, jovial wind came piping down the red harbour road along which Miss Cornelia's comfortable, matronly figure was m...
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Category： Author：Lucy Maud Montgomery
I do like a road, because you can be always wondering what is at the end of it. The Story Girl said that once upon a time. Felix and I, on the May morning when we left Toronto for Prince Edward Island, had not then heard her say it, and, indeed, were but barely aware of the existence of such a person as the Story Girl. We did not know...
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Category： Author：Lucy Maud Montgomery
MRS. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secret...
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