Letters of Two Bridesby Honore de BalzacTranslated by R. S. ScottDEDICATIONTo George SandYour name, dear George, while casting a reflected radiance on mybook, can gain no new glory from this page. And yet it is neitherself-interest nor diffidence which has led me to place it there,but only the wish that it should bear witness to the solidfriendship between us, which has survived our wanderings andseparations, and triumphed over the busy malice of the world. Thisfeeling is hardly likely now to change. The goodly company offriendly names, which will remain attached to my works, forms anelement of pleasure in the midst of the vexation caused by their...　

How to Learn Any LanguageQuickly, Easily, Inexpensively, Enjoyably and On Your OwnbyBarry FarberFounder of the Language Club/Nationally Syndicated Talk Show HostTo Bibi and Celia, for the pleasure of helping teach themtheir first language, followed by the pleasure of having themthen teach me their second!ContentsAcknowledgementsIntroductionPart I: My StoryA Life of Language LearningPart II: The SystemDo As I Now Say, Not As I Then Did...　

Madame BovaryBy Gustave FlaubertTranslated from the French by Eleanor Marx-AvelingTo Marie-Antoine-Jules SenardMember of the Paris Bar, Ex-President of the National Assembly,and Former Minister of the InteriorDear and Illustrious Friend,Permit me to inscribe your name at the head of this book, andabove its dedication; for it is to you, before all, that I oweits publication. Reading over your magnificent defence, my workhas acquired for myself, as it were, an unexpected authority.Accept, then, here, the homage of my gratitude, which, how greatsoever it is, will never attain the height of your eloquence andyour devotion.Gustave FlaubertParis, 12 April 1857MADAME BOVARY...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE BELLby Hans Christian AndersenIN the narrow streets of a large town people often heard in theevening, when the sun was setting, and his last rays gave a goldentint to the chimney-pots, a strange noise which resembled the sound ofa church bell; it only lasted an instant, for it was lost in thecontinual roar of traffic and hum of voices which rose from thetown. "The evening bell is ringing," people used to say; "the sun issetting!" Those who walked outside the town, where the houses wereless crowded and interspersed by gardens and little fields, saw the...　

Record of Buddhistic Kingdomsby Fa-HienBeing an Account by the Chinese Monk Fa-Hien of his Travels in India and Ceylon (A.D. 399-414) in Search of the Buddhist Books of DisciplineTranslated and annotated with a Corean recension of the Chinese textBYJAMES LEGGEPREFACESeveral times during my long residence in Hong Kong I endeavoured to read through the "Narrative of Fa-hien;" but though interested with the graphic details of much of the work, its columns bristled so constantlynow with his phonetic representations of Sanskrit words, and now with his substitution for them of their meanings in Chinese characters, and I was, moreover, so much occupied with my own special labours on the Confucian 　

ELECBOOK CLASSICSPride andPrejudiceJane Austen- Page 2-ELECBOOK CLASSICSebc0017. Jane Austen: Pride and PrejudiceThis 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+44 (0)181 488 3872 www.elecbook...　

The HeroesThe Heroes1- Page 2-The HeroesPREFACEMY DEAR CHILDREN,Some of you have heard already of the old Greeks; and all of you, asyou grow up, will hear more and more of them. Those of you who areboys will, perhaps, spend a great deal of time in reading Greek books;and the girls, though they may not learn Greek, will be sure to comeacross a great many stories taken from Greek history, and to see, I may...　

Tea-table Talkby Jerome K. JeromeCHAPTER I"They are very pretty, some of them," said the Woman of the World; "not the sort of letters I should have written myself.""I should like to see a love-letter of yours," interrupted the Minor Poet."It is very kind of you to say so," replied the Woman of the World. "It never occurred to me that you would care for one.""It is what I have always maintained," retorted the Minor Poet; "you have never really understood me.""I believe a volume of assorted love-letters would sell well," said the Girton Girl; "written by the same hand, if you like, but to different correspondents at different periods. To the same person one is bound, more or less, to repeat 　

STORIESSTORIESby English Authors in France1- Page 2-STORIESA LODGING FOR THE NIGHTBY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONIt was late in November, 1456. The snow fell over Paris with rigorous,relentless persistence; sometimes the wind made a sally and scattered it inflying vortices; sometimes there was a lull, and flake after flake descendedout of the black night air, silent, circuitous, interminable. To poor people,looking up under moist eyebrows, it seemed a wonder where it all came...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENIB AND LITTLE CHRISTINAby Hans Christian AndersenIN the forest that extends from the banks of the Gudenau, in NorthJutland, a long way into the country, and not far from the clearstream, rises a great ridge of land, which stretches through thewood like a wall. Westward of this ridge, and not far from theriver, stands a farmhouse, surrounded by such poor land that the sandysoil shows itself between the scanty ears of rye and wheat whichgrow in it. Some years have passed since the people who lived herecultivated these fields; they kept three sheep, a pig, and two oxen;...　

附：【本作品来自互联网,本人不做任何负责】内容版权归作者所有。Chapter 1The Creature in the ShopMy name is Dr Frederick Treves. I am a doctor at the London Hospital. One day in 1884, I saw a picture in the window of a shop near the hospital. I stopped in front of the shop and looked at the picture. At first I felt interested, then I felt angry, then afraid. It was a horrible, ugly picture. There was a man in the picture, but he did not look like you and me. He did not look like a man. He looked like an elephant.I read the writing under the picture. It said：Come in and see the Elephant Man. 2 pence. I opened the door and went in.There was a man in the shop. He was a dirty man in an old coat with a cigarette in his mouth. ‘　

Ursulaby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo Mademoiselle Sophie Surville,It is a true pleasure, my dear niece, to dedicate to you thisbook, the subject and details of which have won theapprobation, so difficult to win, of a young girl to whom theworld is still unknown, and who has compromised with none ofthe lofty principles of a saintly education. Young girls areindeed a formidable public, for they ought not to be allowedto read books less pure than the purity of their souls; theyare forbidden certain reading, just as they are carefullyprevented from seeing social life as it is. Must it not...