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О. Генри. Лучшие рассказы О. Генри = The Best of O. Henry
The Four Million[1]
Tobin’s Palm
The Gift of the Magi
A Cosmopolite in a Café
Between Rounds
The Skylight Room
A Service of Love
The Coming-out of Maggie
Man about Town
The Cop and the Anthem
An Adjustment of Nature
Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
The Love-philtre of Ikey Schoenstein
Mammon[125] and the Archer
Springtime à la Carte[133]
The Green Door
From the Cabby’s Seat
An Unfinished Story
The Caliph[169], Cupid[170] and the Clock
Sisters of the Golden Circle
The Romance of a Busy Broker
After Twenty Years
Lost on Dress Parade
By Courier
The Furnished Room
The Brief Début of Tildy
The Trimmed Lamp
The Trimmed Lamp
A Madison Square Arabian Night
The Rubáiyát[248] of a Scotch[249] Highball
The Pendulum
Two Thanksgiving Day[267] Gentlemen
The Assessor of Success
The Buyer from Cactus City
The Badge of Policeman O’Roon
Brickdust Row
The Making of a New Yorker
Vanity and Some Sables
The Social Triangle
The Purple Dress
The Foreign Policy of Company 99
The Lost Blend
A Harlem Tragedy
The Guilty Party
According to Their Lights
A Midsummer Knight’s Dream
The Last Leaf
The Count and the Wedding Guest
The Country of Elusion
The Ferry of Unfulfilment
The Tale of a Tainted Tenner
Elsie in New York
Heart of the West
Hearts and Crosses
The Ransom of Mack
Telemachus, Friend
The Handbook of Hymen
The Pimienta Pancakes
Seats of the Haughty
Hygeia[568] at the Solito
An Afternoon Miracle
The Higher Abdication
Cupid à la Carte
The Caballero’s[674] Way
The Sphinx Apple
The Missing Chord
A Call Loan
The Princess and the Puma
The Indian Summer of Dry Valley Johnson
Christmas by Injunction
A Chaparral Prince
The Reformation of Calliope
Whirligigs
The World and the Door
The Theory and the Hound
The Hypotheses of Failure
Calloway’s Code
A Matter of Mean Elevation
“Girl”
Sociology in Serge and Straw
The Ransom of Red Chief
The Marry Month of May
A Technical Error
Suite Homes and Their Romance
The Whirligig of Life
A Sacrifice Hit
The Roads We Take
A Blackjack Bargainer
The Song and the Sergeant
One Dollar’s Worth
A Newspaper Story
Tommy’s Burglar
A Chaparral Christmas Gift
A Little Local Colour
Georgia’s Ruling
Blind Man’s Holiday
Madame Bo-Peep, of the Ranches
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Tobin and me, the two of us, went down to Coney[2] one day, for there was four dollars between us, and Tobin had need of distractions. For there was Katie Mahorner, his sweetheart, of County Sligo[3], lost since she started for America three months before with two hundred dollars, her own savings, and one hundred dollars from the sale of Tobin’s inherited estate, a fine cottage and pig on the Bog Shannaugh. And since the letter that Tobin got saying that she had started to come to him not a bit of news had he heard or seen of Katie Mahorner. Tobin advertised in the papers, but nothing could be found of the colleen.
So, to Coney me and Tobin went, thinking that a turn at the chutes and the smell of the popcorn might raise the heart in his bosom. But Tobin was a hardheaded man, and the sadness stuck in his skin. He ground his teeth at the crying balloons; he cursed the moving pictures; and, though he would drink whenever asked, he scorned Punch and Judy[4], and was for licking the tintype men as they came.
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“You’re a gentleman,” said Anthony, decidedly. “I’ve heard of these young bloods spending $24 a dozen for soap, and going over the hundred mark for clothes. You’ve got as much money to waste as any of ’em, and yet you stick to what’s decent and moderate. Now I use the old Eureka[126] – not only for sentiment, but it’s the purest soap made. Whenever you pay more than 10 cents a cake for soap you buy bad perfumes and labels. But 50 cents is doing very well for a young man in your generation, position and condition. As I said, you’re a gentleman. They say it takes three generations to make one. They’re off. Money’ll do it as slick as soap grease. It’s made you one. By hokey! it’s almost made one of me. I’m nearly as impolite and disagreeable and ill-mannered as these two old Knickerbocker gents on each side of me that can’t sleep of nights because I bought in between ’em.”
“There are some things that money can’t accomplish,” remarked young Rockwall, rather gloomily.
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