It was because she had broken with Billy that Loretta had come visiting to Santa Clara. Billy could not understand. His sister had reported that…
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TRUE!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not…
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I know more about it than anyone else in the world, its present owner not excepted. I can give its whole history, from the Cingalese…
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“My dear fellow,” said Sherlock Holmes, as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, “life is infinitely stranger…
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“I can assure you,” said I, “that it will take a very tangible ghost to frighten me.” And I stood up before the fire with…
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