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THE VOICE OF THE CITY: BEST SHORT STORIES OF O. HENRY 欧·亨利经典短篇小说(英文原版)
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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.
01 AFTER TWENTY YEARS 001
02 ANGELA 005
03 A BABY TRAMP 010
04 BEFORE THE LAW 015
05 BENEATH AN UMBRELLA 017
06 THE BET 023
07 THE BIRTHMARK 030
08 THE BLACK CAT 047
09 THE BLUE ROOM 057
10 THE BOX TUNNEL 065
11 THE BROKEN HEART 073
12 TO BUILD A FIRE 079
13 A BUSH DANCE 095
14 CANDLES 098
15 THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE 100
16 THE CHINK AND THE CHID 104
17 THE CHRISTMAS TREE AND THE WEDDING 116
18 CLOCKS 124
19 CONFESSION 134
20 COUNTRY LIFE IN CANADA IN THE “THIRTIES” 147
21 COWARD 150
22 A CUP OF TEA 158
23 THE DANGER OF LYING IN BED 166
24 THE DIAMOND NECKLACE 169
25 THE EGG 178
26 THE EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES 189
27 THE EMPTY HOUSE 194
28 THE END OF THE PARTY 211
29 EVOLUTION 220
30 A FIGHT WITH A CANNON 224
31 FROM A BACK WINDOW 234
32 THE FULNESS OF LIFE 237
33 THE GIFT OF THE MAGI 248
34 A GLASS OF BEER 254
35 GOD SEES THE TRUTH, BUT WAITS 261
36 A GREAT MISTAKE 269
37 THE GREEN DOOR 271
38 HER LOVER 278
39 HER TURN 284
40 HIS WEDDED WIFE 290
41 A HUNGER ARTIST 295
42 THE ICE PALACE 305
43 THE INCONSIDERATE WAITER 329
44 THE KISS 348
45 THE LADY, OR THE TIGER? 351
46 THE LAST LEAF 358
47 THE LAST LESSON 364
48 THE LAST PENNY 368
49 THE LAST SIXTY MINUTES 376
50 THE LAW OF LIFE 384
51 THE LEGEND OF THE BLEEDING-HEART 391
52 THE LEOPARD MAN’S STORY 397
53 A LICKPENNY LOVER 401
54 LIFE 407
55 THE LION’S SHARE 411
56 THE LOADED DOG 423
57 A LONELY RIDE 430
58 LONG DISTANCE 436
59 LONG ODDS 441
60 THE LOTTERY TICKET 455
61 LOVE OF LIFE 460
62 LOVE, FAITH AND HOPE 480
63 LUCK 486
64 THE MASS OF SHADOWS 491
65 MEASURE FOR MEASURE 497
66 THE MIRROR 503
67 THE MODEL MILLIONAIRE 507
68 MONDAY OR TUESDAY 513
69 THE MONKEY’S PAW 514
70 THE MORTAL IMMORTAL 525
71 MY OWN TRUE GHOST STORY 539
72 THE NEW SUN 547
73 THE NICE PEOPLE 564
74 THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE 573
75 AN OLD MATE OF YOUR FATHER’S 579
76 ON LOVE 584
77 THE OPEN WINDOW 586
78 A PAIR OF SILK STOCKINGS 590
79 PANIC FEARS 595
80 THE PHILOSOPHER IN THE APPLE ORCHARD 601
81 PIG 610
82 A QUESTION OF TIME 617
83 ROLLO LEARNING TO PLAY 626
84 A SEA OF TROUBLES 633
85 THE SIGNAL-MAN 645
86 THE SISTERS 658
87 THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD 666
88 SOMETHING WILL TURN UP 671
89 THE STORY OF A DAY 677
90 A STRANGE STORY 685
91 A TELEPHONIC CONVERSATION 687
92 THERE WAS IN FLORENCE A LADY 690
93 THREE QUESTIONS 699
94 THE TOYS OF PEACE 703
95 THE UNFORTUNATE BRIDE 709
96 THE VERDICT 720
97 THE WALKING WOMAN 730
98 WANTEDA COOK 738
99 WHOSE DOG? 755
100 WONDERWINGS 757
101 THE YELLOW WALLPAPER 760
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 certain I’d find you here if you were still in existence. Well, well, well!twenty years is a long time. The old restaurant’s gone, Bob; I wish it had lasted, so we could have had another dinner there. How has the West treated you, old man?”
“Bully; it has given me everything I asked it for. You’ve changed lots, Jimmy. I never thought you were so tall by two or three inches.”
“Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty.”
“Doing well in New York, Jimmy?”
“Moderately. I have a position in one of the city departments. Come on, Bob; we"ll go around to a place I know of, and have a good long talk about old times.”
The two men started up the street, arm in arm. The man from the West, his egotism enlarged by success, was beginning to outline the history of his career. The other, submerged in his overcoat, listened with interest.
At the corner stood a drug store, brilliant with electric lights. When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the other’s face.
The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm.
“You’re not Jimmy Wells,” he snapped. “Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a man’s nose from a Roman to a pug.”
“It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one,” said the tall man. “You’ve been under arrest for ten minutes, ‘silky’ Bob. Chicago thinks you may have dropped over our way and wires us she wants to have a chat with you. Going quietly, are you? That’s sensible. Now, before we go on to the station here’s a note I was asked to hand you. You may read it here at the window. It’s from Patrolman Wells.”
The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him. His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a little by the time he had finished. The note was rather short.
Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago. Somehow I couldn’t do it myself, so I went around and got a plain clothes man to do the job.
JIMMY.
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