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Fitz-James O'Brien
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Fitz-James O'Brien: The pot od tulips
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TWENTY-EIGHT years ago I went to spend the summer at an old Dutch villa which then lifted its head from the wild country that, in prese...
Fitz-James O'Brien: The Wondersmith
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GOLOSH STREET AND ITS PEOPLE A small lane, the name of which I have forgotten, or do not choose to remember, slants suddenly off f...
Fitz-James O'Brien: The Golden Ingot
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I had just retired to rest, with my eyes almost blind with the study of a new work on physiology by M. Brown-Sequard, when the night b...
Fitz-James O'Brien: The child who loved a tomb
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Far away in the deep heart of a lonely country there was an old solitary churchyard. People were no longer buried there, for it had fu...
Fitz-James O'Brien: Diamond lens
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THE BENDING OF THE TWIG. From a very early period of my life the entire bent of my inclinations had been towards microscopic investi...
Fitz-James O'Brien: The lost room
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It was oppressively warm. The sun had long disappeared, but seemed to have left its vital spirit of heat behind it. The air rested; the...
Fitz-James O'Brien: What Was It?
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It is, I confess, with considerable diffidence that I approach the strange narrative which I am about to relate. The events which I pur...
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