sacrifice of autumn leaves to the calm-eyed goddess of changing hues and chill forebodings who was ...
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him, so its preparation was a sort of blend of revelry and religious ceremony. After the main corpu...
but--" WHACK! A well-aimed clod of garden soil, whizzing just past my ear, starred on a tree-trunk...
possibly eat; and here, apparently, was one of them. "You can have all the creams," I said magnanim...
"But, mother, I CAN'T go! Who'll turn you in bed?" exclaimed Rebecca, walking the floor and wringi...
the box seat for the first time, her legs dangling in the air, too short to reach the footboard. Sh...
In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield Contents. 1. Germans at Meat. 2. The Baron. 3. The S...
knitting a shawl for her youngest of nine daughters, who was in that very interesting, frail condit...
"Look at my great fingers beside yours." "But they are beautifully kept," said the sister of the Ba...
on a rock with seaweed in my hair, awaiting that phantom ship for which all women love to suppose t...
"Good?" she asked, leaning her arms on the table and pillowing her breast against them. "But fine!...
presumably, the winged shaft struck her collar brooch. She implored us not to go into the woods in ...
there in the corner, she listened to the sound of the leaves being turned and the loud ticking of t...
"shamelessly! How can you expect the Flame of the Spirit to burn brightly under layers of superfluo...
"Who is `us'? The aunts are not here, are they? Oh, you mean the rich blacksmith's daughter, whose...