CONDENSED NOVELSCONDENSED NOVELSby BRET HARTE1- Page 2-CONDENSED NOVELSHANDSOME IS AS HANDSOMEDOES.BY CHS RDE.2- Page 3-CONDENSED NOVELSCHAPTER I.The Dodds were dead. For twenty year they had slept under the greengraves of Kittery churchyard. The townfolk still spoke of them kindly. Thekeeper of the alehouse, where David had smoked his pipe, regretted him...　

Weir of HermistonWeir of HermistonRobert Louis Stevenson1- Page 2-Weir of HermistonTO MY WIFEI saw rain falling and the rainbow drawn On Lammermuir.Hearkening I heard again In my precipitous city beaten bells Winnow thekeen sea wind. And here afar, Intent on my own race and place, I wrote.Take thou the writing: thine it is. For who Burnished the sword, blew onthe drowsy coal, Held still the target higher, chary of praise And prodigalof counsel - who but thou? So now, in the end, if this the least be good, If...　

Sense and SensibilityJaneAusten- Page 2-ELECBOOK CLASSICSebc0048. Jane Austen: Sense and SensibilityThis file is free for individual use only. It must not be altered or resold.Organisations wishing to use it must first obtain a licence.Low cost licenses are available. Contact us through our web site(C) The Electric Book Co 1998The Electric Book Company Ltd20 Cambridge Drive, London SE12 8AJ, UK...　

　　 HIS NAME WAS THORNE. In the ancient language of the runes, it had been longer-Thornevald. But when he became a blood drinker, his name had been changed to Thorne. And Thorne he remained now, centuries later, as he lay in his cave in the ice, dreaming.　 When he had first e to the frozen land, he had hoped he would sleep eternally. But now and then the thirst for blood awakened him and using the Cloud Gift, he rose into the air, and went in search of the Snow Hunters.　 He fed off them, careful never to take too much blood from any one so that none died on account of him. And when he needed furs anc boots he took them as well, and returned to his hiding place.　 These Snow Hunters were n　

Robert Falconerby George MacDonaldTOTHE MEMORYOF THE MAN WHOSTANDS HIGHEST IN THE ORATORYOF MY MEMORY,ALEXANDER JOHN SCOTT,I, DARING, PRESUME TO DEDICATE THIS BOOK.PART I.HIS BOYHOOD.CHAPTER I.A RECOLLECTION.Robert Falconer, school-boy, aged fourteen, thought he had neverseen his father; that is, thought he had no recollection of havingever seen him. But the moment when my story begins, he had begun todoubt whether his belief in the matter was correct. And, as he wenton thinking, he became more and more assured that he had seen hisfather somewhere about six years before, as near as a thoughtful boy...　

KING HENRY THE EIGHTHKING HENRY THEEIGHTHWilliam Shakespeare16111- Page 2-KING HENRY THE EIGHTHDRAMATIS PERSONAEKING HENRY THE EIGHTH CARDINAL WOLSEY CARDINALCAMPEIUS CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor Charles VCRANMER, ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY DUKE OF NORFOLKDUKE OF BUCKINGHAM DUKE OF SUFFOLK EARL OF SURREYLORD CHAMBERLAIN LORD CHANCELLOR GARDINER, BISHOPOF WINCHESTER BISHOP OF LINCOLN LORD ABERGAVENNY...　

360 BCSTATESMANby Platotranslated by Benjamin JowettSTATESMANPERSONS OF THE DIALOGUE: THEODORUS; SOCRATES; THE ELEATICSTRANGER; THE YOUNGER SOCRATESSocrates. I owe you many thanks, indeed, Theodorus, for theacquaintance both of Theaetetus and of the Stranger.Theodorus. And in a little while, Socrates, you will owe me threetimes as many, when they have completed for you thedelineation of theStatesman and of the Philosopher, as well as of the Sophist.Soc. Sophist, statesman, philosopher! O my dear Theodorus, do my...　

THE GIANTS AND THE HERD-BOY[12][12] From the Bukowniaer. Von Wliolocki.There was once upon a time a poor boy who had neither father normother. In order to gain a living he looked after the sheep of agreat Lord. Day and night he spent out in the open fields, andonly when it was very wet and stormy did he take refuge in alittle hut on the edge of a big forest. Now one night, when hewas sitting on the grass beside his flocks, he heard not very farfrom him the sound as of some one crying. He rose up andfollowed the direction of the noise. To his dismay andastonishment he found a Giant lying at the entrance of the wood;he was about to run off as fast as his legs could carry him, when...　

A WAIF OF THE PLAINSA WAIF OF THEPLAINSby Bret Harte1- Page 2-A WAIF OF THE PLAINSCHAPTER IA long level of dull gray that further away became a faint blue, withhere and there darker patches that looked like water. At times an openspace, blackened and burnt in an irregular circle, with a shred ofnewspaper, an old rag, or broken tin can lying in the ashes. Beyond thesealways a low dark line that seemed to sink into the ground at night, and...　

MEMOIR OF THE PROPOSED TERRITORY OF ARIZONA.MEMOIR OF THEPROPOSEDTERRITORY OFARIZONA.BY SYLVESTER MOWRY, U. S. A., DELEGATEELECT.WASHINGTON: HENRY POLKINHORN,PRINTER. 1857.1- Page 2-MEMOIR OF THE PROPOSED TERRITORY OF ARIZONA."The NEW TERRITORY of ARIZONA, better known as theGADSDEN PURCHASE, lies between the thirty-first and thirty-thirdparallels of latitude, and is bounded on the north by the Gila River, which...　

And he put on the garments of vengeance for clothing,and was clad with zeal for a cloak.Isaiah 59:17Edmund Loris, once the Archbishop of Valoret and Primate of All Gwynedd, stared out to sea through the salt-smeared windowpanes of his tower prison and allowed himself a thin smile. The rare display of self-indulgence did nothing to diminish the fury of the wind shrilling at the ill-fitted glass, but the letter secreted in the breviary under his arm gave its own grim fort. The offer was princely, befitting even the exalted status he had enjoyed before his fall.Exhaling softly of his long-hoarded bitterness, Loris bowed his head and shifted the book to hold it in both hands, wary lest the gest　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENA STORY FROM THE SAND-HILLSby Hans Christian AndersenTHIS story is from the sand-dunes or sand-hills of Jutland, but itdoes not begin there in the North, but far away in the South, inSpain. The wide sea is the highroad from nation to nation; journeyin thought; then, to sunny Spain. It is warm and beautiful there;the fiery pomegranate flowers peep from among dark laurels; a coolrefreshing breeze from the mountains blows over the orange gardens,over the Moorish halls with their golden cupolas and coloured walls.Children go through the streets in procession with candles and...