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Ty an Heussa... la Maison de l'Epouvante ! Dans ce repaire vit Edern de Porspoët, sur la côte sauvage de Cornouailles. Edern est le chef d'une bande organisée. Il s'enrichit en pillant les navires qu'il fait échouer sur les récifs du rivage. Un soir, par exception, il épargne les survivants...

Jour néfaste, que celui où doña Encarnacion, comtesse de Villaferda, son fils don Rainaldo et sa toute jeune épouse doña Enriqueta sont venus s'installer dans la maison des Belles Colonnes ! Des cousins de ces nobles Espagnols, les Fauveclare, habitent la demeure mitoyenne : Melchior, qui est...

Everything and nothing - an illusionistic view of the world The thought that the world could be an illusion is not new. Ancient philosophers, as well as many religions and myths have been playing with the idea for centuries. The appearance of the movie "Matrix" lent the theory renewed popularity. In...

Facebook ist eine sehr beliebtes soziales Netzwerk und wurde im Februar 2004 ursprünglich für junge Jugendliche eingerichtet, um sich mit Freunden zu verbinden. Es hat sich jedoch sehr schnelll zu einer Sozialen Netzwerk Webseite für Menschen aller Altersgruppen und insbesondere für Online-Vermarkter...

"Agnes Grey" is the debut novel of English author Anne Brontë (writing under the pen name of Acton Bell), first published in December 1847, and republished in a second edition in 1850. The novel follows Agnes Grey, a governess, as she works within families of the English gentry. Scholarship and comments...

"THE child's dead," said Nora, the nurse. It was the upstairs sitting-room in one of the pretentious houses of Sutherland, oldest and most charming of the towns on the Indiana bank of the Ohio. The two big windows were open; their limp and listless draperies showed that there was not the...

This edition contains 27 short stories featuring Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes is a fictional detective created by Scottish author and physician Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, a graduate of the University of Edinburgh Medical School. A London-based "consulting detective" whose abilities border on the fantastic,...

"Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras-dire stories of Celæno and the Harpies-may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition-but they were there before. They are transcripts, types-the archetypes are in us, and eternal. How else should the recital of that which we know in a waking sense to...

Sympathy cards are hard. If you write the wrong thing, you run the risk of making the recipient feel even worse! If you freeze up every time you need to write something in a sympathy card, you are not alone. But what can you do to ensure your inscription is thoughtful and encouraging? Consult...

First Short Story: A young man has got a lot of dreams and wishes but no money. He wants to change his life and decides to rob a bank. He thinks if he gets a lot of money, things will be better and he will find a girlfriend. On the way a lot of things go wrong. Are these signs from God that he should...

Buddhism, like Christianity, is split up into innumerable sects, and these sects not infrequently cling to their sectarian tenets as being the main and most indispensable features of their religion. The present book follows none of the sectarian doctrines, but takes an ideal position upon which all...

Vous le voyez, ma chère dame, j'ai eu bien des peines, conclut la veuve en s'essuyant les yeux, et encore, je crains bien de n'être pas au bout. - Pourquoi ? demanda innocemment madame Aubier. - Parce que les affaires d'argent ne sont pas terminées, et je crois bien que la famille de mon défunt...

My friends in Ireland sometimes ask me when I am going to write a really national poem or romance, and by a national poem or romance I understand them to mean a poem or romance founded upon some famous moment of Irish history, and built up out of the thoughts and feelings which move the greater number...

The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are...