My home, then, when I at last find a home,--is a cottage; a little room with whitewashed walls and a sanded floor, containing four painted chairs and ...
I continued the labours of the village-school as actively and faithfully as I could. It was truly hard work at first. Some time elapsed before, with a...
When Mr. St. John went, it was beginning to snow; the whirling storm continued all night. The next day a keen wind brought fresh and blinding falls; b...
It was near Christmas by the time all was settled: the season of general holiday approached. I now closed Morton school, taking care that the parting ...
He did not leave for Cambridge the next day, as he had said he would. He deferred his departure a whole week, and during that time he made me feel wha...
The daylight came. I rose at dawn. I busied myself for an hour or two with arranging my things in my chamber, drawers, and wardrobe, in the order wher...
The manor-house of Ferndean was a building of considerable antiquity, moderate size, and no architectural pretensions, deep buried in a wood. I had he...
Reader, I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson and clerk, were alone present. When we got back from church, I went into the kitch...
SWORD OF THE YUEH MAIDENThis is the only short story wrote by Jin Yong. Because of its short length, you can't really see Jin Yong's full tale...
Chapter 01 THE PRISON-DOORA THRONG of bearded men, in sad-coloured garments, and grey, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods...