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		<title>Babylon Revisited</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;And where&#8217;s Mr. Campbell?&#8221; Charlie asked.
&#8220;Gone to Switzerland. Mr. Campbell&#8217;s a pretty sick man, Mr. Wales.&#8221;
&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry to hear that. And George Hardt?&#8221; Charlie inquired.
&#8220;Back in America, gone to work.&#8221;
&#8220;And where is the Snow Bird?&#8221;
&#8220;He was in here last week. Anyway, his friend, Mr. Schaeffer, is in Paris.&#8221;
Two familiar names from the long list of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Baby Party</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When John Andros felt old he found solace in the thought of life continuing through his child. The dark trumpets of oblivion were less loud at the patter of his child&#8217;s feet or at the sound of his child&#8217;s voice babbling mad non sequiturs to him over the telephone. The latter incident occurred every afternoon [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/the-baby-party/</link>
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		<title>An Alcoholic Case</title>
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CHAPTER I

&#8216;Let&#8211;go&#8211;that&#8211;Oh-h-h! Please, now, will you? Don&#8217;tstart drinking again! Come on&#8211;give me the bottle. I told you I&#8217;d stay awake givin&#8217; it to you. Come on. If you do like that a-way&#8211;then what are you going to be like when you go home. Come on&#8211;leave it with me&#8211;I&#8217;ll leave half in the bottle. Pul-lease. You [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/an-alcoholic-case/</link>
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		<title>Brother Jacob</title>
		<description><![CDATA[CHAPTER I
Among the many fatalities attending the bloom of young desire, that of blindly taking to the confectionery line has not, perhaps, been sufficiently considered. How is the son of a British yeoman, who has been fed principally on salt pork and yeast dumplings, to know that there is satiety for the human stomach even [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/brother-jacob/</link>
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		<title>Wedlock</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Two bricklayers are building a yellow brick wall to the rear of one of a terrace of new jerry-built houses in a genteel suburb. At their back is the remains of a grand old garden. Only the unexpired lease saves it from the clutch of the speculator. An  apple-tree is in full blossom, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/wedlock/</link>
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		<title>The Phantom Coach</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The circumstances I am about to relate to you have truth to recommend them. They happened to myself, and my recollection of them is as vivid as if they had taken place only yesterday. Twenty years, however, have gone by since that night. During those twenty years I  have told the story to but [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/the-phantom-coach/</link>
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		<title>The Four-Fifteen Express</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The events which I am about to relate took place between nine and ten years ago. Sebastopol had fallen in the early spring, the peace of Paris had been concluded since March, our commercial relations with the Russian empire were but recently renewed; and I, returning home after my first northward journey since the war, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/the-four-fifteen-express/</link>
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		<title>Solange: Dr. Ledru&#8217;s Story of the Reign of Terror</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Leaving l&#8217;Abbaye, I walked straight across the Place Turenne to the Rue Tournon, where I had lodgings, when I heard a woman scream for help.
It could not be an assault to commit robbery, for it was hardly ten o&#8217;clock in the evening. I ran to the corner of the place whence the sounds proceeded, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/solange-dr-ledrus-story-of-the-reign-of-terror/</link>
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		<title>Zodmirsky&#8217;s Duel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I 
AT THE time of this story our regiment was stationed in the dirty little village of Valins, on the frontier of Austria.
It was the fourth of May in the year 182&#8211;, and I, with several other officers, had been breakfasting with the Aide-de-Camp in honor of his birthday, and discussing the various topics of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/zodmirskys-duel/</link>
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		<title>The Lost Phoebe</title>
		<description><![CDATA[THEY lived together in a part of the country which was not so prosperous as it had once been, about three miles from one of those small towns that, instead of increasing in population, is steadily decreasing. The territory was not very thickly settled; perhaps a house every other mile or so, with large areas [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/the-lost-phoebe/</link>
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		<title>Design in Plaster</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;How long does the doctor think now?&#8221; Mary asked. With his good arm Martin threw back the top of the sheet, disclosing that the plaster armor had been cut away in front in the form of a square, so that his abdomen and the lower part of his diaphragm bulged a little from the aperture. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>April 25th, As Usual</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mrs. Hosea C. Brewster always cleaned house in September and April. She started with the attic and worked her purifying path down to the cellar in strict accordance with Article I, Section I, Unwritten Rules for House Cleaning. For twenty-five years she had done it. For twenty-five years she had hated it&#8212;being an intelligent woman. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/april-25th-as-usual/</link>
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		<title>Crazy Sunday</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was Sunday&#8211;not a day, but rather a gap between two other days. Behind, for all of them, lay sets and sequences, the long waits under the crane that swung the microphone, the hundred miles a day by automobiles to and fro across a county, the struggles of rival ingenuities in the conference rooms, the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/crazy-sunday/</link>
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		<title>The Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In compliance with the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from the East, I called on good-natured, garrulous old Simon Wheeler, and inquired after my friend&#8217;s friend, Leonidas W. Smiley, as requested to do, and I hereunto append the result. I have a lurking suspicion that Leonidas W. Smiley is a myth; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/the-notorious-jumping-frog-of-calaveras-county/</link>
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		<title>The Californian&#8217;s Tale</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Thirty-five years ago I was out prospecting on the Stanislaus, tramping all day long with pick and pan and horn, and washing a hatful of dirt here and there, always expecting to make a rich strike, and never doing it. It was a lovely region, woodsy, balmy, delicious, and had once been populous, long years [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/the-californians-tale/</link>
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		<title>A Simple Heart</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I
For fifty years the ladies of Pont-l&#8217;&#201;v&#234;que envied Madame Aubain her servant Felicity.
For a hundred francs a year she cooked, and cleaned, sewed, washed, ironed, could harness a horse, fatten up poultry, churn butter; and she remained loyal to her mistress who, all the same, was not an agreeable person.
Madame Aubain had married a fine [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Dreams</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Some of the caddies were poor as sin and lived in one-room houses with a neurasthenic cow in the front yard, but Dexter Green&#8217;s father owned the second best grocery-store in Black Bear&#8211;the best one was &#8220;The Hub,&#8221; patronized by the wealthy people from Sherry Island&#8211;and Dexter caddied only for pocket-money.
In the fall when the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/winter-dreams/</link>
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		<title>A Short Trip Home</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author&#8217;s Note: In a moment of hasty misjudgment a whole paragraph of description was lifted out of this tale where it originated, and properly belongs, and applied to quite a different character in a novel of mine. I have ventured nonetheless to leave it here, even at the risk of seeming to serve warmed-over fare. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/a-short-trip-home/</link>
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		<title>The Rough Crossing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
I

Once on the long, covered piers, you have come into a ghostly country that is no longer Here and not yet There. Especially at night. There is a hazy yellow vault full of shouting, echoing voices. There is the rumble of trucks and the clump of trunks, the strident chatter of a crane and the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/the-rough-crossing/</link>
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		<title>The Rich Boy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find that you have created&#8211;nothing. That is because we are all queer fish, queerer behind our faces and voices than we want any one to know or than we know ourselves. When [...]]]></description>
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