101 Classic Short Stories：经典短篇小说101篇 epub pdf mobi txt 电子书下载 2024

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出版社：天津人民出版社

ISBN：9787201083728

版次：1

商品编码：11334952

品牌：Holybird

包装：平装

开本：32开

出版时间：2013-10-01

用纸：胶版纸

页数：784

正文语种：英文

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　　这本《101 Classic Short Stories：经典小说101篇》按全英文版出版，西方流行口袋本。共收集了欧·亨利、杰克·伦敦、霍桑、契诃夫等数十位西方著名短篇小说家的代表作与经典名篇，全书共101篇。读者可以通过书上指定的网址，通过微盘免费下载配套的英文朗读文件，边听边读，感受地道英语文学之乐趣。对于英语学习者来讲，这是一本优秀的英语文学精读手册。

　　This outstanding collection features 101 short stories by great writers from America， the United Kingdom， Russian， and other countries. Ranging from the 19th to the 20th centuries， writers include O. Henry， Jack London， Nathaniel Hawthorne， Mark Twain， Edgar Allen Poe， Anton Chekhov， James Joyce ， Ambrose Bierce， Franz Kafka， and other major writers of world literature. Such a wonderfully wide-ranging and enjoyable anthology！

　　Invest just a few minutes in a great short story and you may be rewarded with a lesson or memory that lasts a lifetime. And it’s not just the short stories； the authors can also surprise you. We hope that you will return to this collection again and again； to re-read these classic favorites and train your literature mind.

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　　AFTER TWENTY YEARS

　　By O. Henry

　　The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few. The time was barely 10 o’clock at night, but chilly gusts of wind with a taste of rain in them had well nigh de-peopled the streets.

　　Trying doors as he went, twirling his club with many intricate and artful movements, turning now and then to cast his watchful eye adown the pacific thoroughfare, the officer, with his stalwart form and slight swagger, made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace. The vicinity was one that kept early hours. Now and then you might see the lights of a cigar store or of an all-night lunch counter; but the majority of the doors belonged to business places that had long since been closed.

　　When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk. In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned, with an unlighted cigar in his mouth. As the policeman walked up to him the man spoke up quickly.

　　“It’s all right, officer,” he said, reassuringly. “I’m just waiting for a friend. It’s an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a little funny to you, doesn’t it? Well, I’ll explain if you'd like to make certain it’s all straight. About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands—'Big Joe’ Brady’s restaurant.”

　　“Until five years ago,” said the policeman. “It was torn down then.”

　　The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes, and a little white scar near his right eyebrow. His scarfpin was a large diamond, oddly set.

　　“Twenty years ago to-night,” said the man, “I dined here at ‘Big Joe’ Brady’s with Jimmy Wells, my best chum, and the finest chap in the world. He and I were raised here in New York, just like two brothers, together. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune. You couldn’t have dragged Jimmy out of New York; he thought it was the only place on earth. Well, we agreed that night that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. We figured that in twenty years each of us ought to have our destiny worked out and our fortunes made, whatever they were going to be.”

　　“It sounds pretty interesting,” said the policeman. “Rather a long time between meets, though, it seems to me. Haven’t you heard from your friend since you left?”

　　“Well, yes, for a time we corresponded,” said the other. “But after a year or two we lost track of each other. You see, the West is a pretty big proposition, and I kept hustling around over it pretty lively. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he’s alive, for he always was the truest, stanchest old chap in the world. He'll never forget. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night, and it’s worth it if my old partner turns up.”

　　The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set with small diamonds.

　　“Three minutes to ten,” he announced. “It was exactly ten o’clock when we parted here at the restaurant door.”

　　“Did pretty well out West, didn’t you?” asked the policeman.

　　“You bet! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a kind of plodder, though, good fellow as he was. I’ve had to compete with some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile. A man gets in a groove in New York. It takes the West to put a razor-edge on him.”

　　The policeman twirled his club and took a step or two.

　　“I’ll be on my way. Hope your friend comes around all right. Going to call time on him sharp?”

　　“I should say not!” said the other. “I’ll give him half an hour at least. If Jimmy is alive on earth he'll be here by that time. So long, officer.”

　　“Good-night, sir,” said the policeman, passing on along his beat, trying doors as he went.

　　There was now a fine, cold drizzle falling, and the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into a steady blow. The few foot passengers astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat collars turned high and pocketed hands. And in the door of the hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment, uncertain almost to absurdity, with the friend of his youth, smoked his cigar and waited.

　　About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a long overcoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from the opposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man.

　　“Is that you, Bob?” he asked, doubtfully.

　　“Is that you, Jimmy Wells?” cried the man in the door.

　　“Bless my heart!” exclaimed the new arrival, grasping both the other’s hands with his own. “It’s Bob, sure as fate. I was cer

101 Classic Short Stories：经典短篇小说101篇 epub pdf mobi txt 电子书下载 2024

101 Classic Short Stories：经典短篇小说101篇下载 epub mobi pdf txt 电子书 2024