Diana's Short Stories

Diana's Short Stories

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Diana's Short Stories episodes

  • Humours of Irish Life

    "Is the Prince o' Wales comin'? No, he ain't. I had a tellygrum from him this mornin' sendin' his excuzes. He leaned over and hit a rabbit-beagle that had strayed under the donkey-cart a tip with his stick. The dog, though not hurt, for Bob Mahony was much too good a sportsman to hurt an animal, gave a yelp.

     

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    9 min
  • Cordwood

    For dark and brown combinations in street dresses, the black and tan dog will be very much in favor, while the black and drab pug will be affected by those wearing these shades in dress. Spitz dogs to match lynx or fox trimmed garments or spring wraps, are now being sprinkled with camphor and laid aside for the summer. 

     

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    9 min
  • The Planters of Colonial Virginia

    They expected to receive their reward in another way, in the revival of English industrial life and the restoration of English economic independence. It is a singular perversion of history, an inaccurate interpretation of men and events, which for so many years beclouded our conception of the beginning of the British colonial empire. 

     

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    9 min
  • The Lost World

    I took out the list of Professor Challenger's exploits, and I read it over under the electric lamp. As a Pressman, I felt sure from what I had been told that I could never hope to get into touch with this cantankerous Professor.  But these recriminations, twice mentioned in his skeleton biography, could only mean that he was a fanatic in science.  Was there not an exposed margin there upon which he might be accessible? 

     

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    11 min
  • The Memoires of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt

    My mother returned from St. Petersburg, where the Empress Anne Iwanowa had not approved of the Italian comedy. The whole of the troop had already returned to Italy, and my mother summoned me to Venice, as she wished to see me before leaving for Dresden, where she had contracted an engagement for life in the service of the Elector of Saxony, Augustus III., King of Poland. 

     

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    9 min
  • The Poors

    Kramvit was finding it difficult to picture the situation. "Well, as I've told you," he said, "we have T.V. on Six, but we've been stressing variety and drama shows. Don't you have any big V.C. stars, like comedians or singers here?" "No, we don't. I've never seen any variety or drama shows on V.C."

     

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    15 min
  • Life And Adventures Of Martin Chuzzlewit

    ‘What in the second place?’ cried Pinch, in a sort of desperation, ‘why, everything in the second place. My poor old grandmother died happy to think that she had put me with such an excellent man. I have grown up in his house, I am in his confidence, I am his assistant, he allows me a salary; when his business improves, my prospects are to improve too.

     

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    10 min
  • The Old Curiosity Shop

    Decrepit age, and vigorous life, and blooming youth, and helpless infancy, poured forth  on crutches, in the pride of strength and health, in the full blush of promise, in the mere dawn of life  to gather round her tomb.  Old men were there, whose eyes were dim and senses failing grandmothers, the blind, the lame, the palsied, the living dead in many shapes and forms.

     

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    9 min
  • Under the Maples

    The first knot, or, one might say, the first encampment, was about one foot from the last one upon the turf. I think the runner finally gave it up and stopped reaching out. Each group of leaves, apparently draws its main sustenance from the one next behind it, and when this one fails to reach the soil, it loses heart and can give little succor to the next in front.

     

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    9 min
  • The Moonstone

    The dying Indian sank to his knees, pointed to the dagger in Herncastle’s hand, and said, in his native language—“The Moonstone will have its vengeance yet on you and yours!” He spoke those words, and fell dead on the floor. Before I could stir in the matter, the men who had followed me across the courtyard crowded in. My cousin rushed to meet them, like a madman.

     

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    9 min

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