Category: Novels
I can't help writing it--it relieves my mind. All morning have we been driving about that horrid region into which our beautiful, desolate moor has been transmogrified; round and round, up and down, in at the south camp and out at the north camp; directed hither and thither by...
Trivial they are--ludicrously so--to any one but me: yet they have left me sitting with my head in my hands, stupid and idle, starting, each hour, at the boom of the bell we too...
7. CHAPTER VII. HIS STORY.Hospital-work, rather heavy this week, with other things of lesser moment, have stopped this my correspondence with an airy nothing however, the blank will not be missed--nought...
8. CHAPTER VIII. HER STORY.I do not feel inclined for sleep, and there is a large round moon looking in at my window. My foolish old moon, what a time it is since you and I had a quiet serious look at one...
4. CHAPTER IV. HER STORY.'Tis over--the weary dinner-party. I can lock myself in here, take off my dress, pull down my hair, clasp my two bare arms one on each shoulder--such a comfortable attitude!--an...
1. CHAPTER I. HER STORY.I can't help writing it--it relieves my mind. All morning have we been driving about that horrid region into which our beautiful, desolate moor has been transmogrified; round an...
6. CHAPTER VI. HER STORY.For seven days the balance hung doubtful. I do not know exactly what turned the scale; sometimes a strong suspicion strikes me that it was Doctor Urquhart; but I have given up c...
13. CHAPTER XIII. HER STORY.Papa and Penelope are out to dinner--I, myself, was out yesterday, and did not return till they were gone; so I sit up for them; and, meantime, shall amuse myself with writing h...
3. CHAPTER III. HIS STORY.I have every satisfaction in that fact, or in the cause of it; which, cynics might say, a member of my profession would easily manage to prevent, were he a city physician instea...
11. CHAPTER XI. HIS STORY.I had almost given up writing here. Is it wise to begin again? Yet, to-day, in the silent hut, with the east wind howling outside almost as fiercely as it used to howl last wint...
12. CHAPTER XII. HER STORY.How strange to think of our Lisa as mistress there. Which she is in fact, for Lady Treherne, a mild elderly lady, is wholly engrossed in tending Sir William, who is very infirm....
10. CHAPTER X. HER STORY.I know not why I call her "poor Lisa." She seems the gayest of the gay, and the happiest of the happy; two characters which, by the way, are not always identical. Her letters fr...
2. CHAPTER II. HIS STORY.--Private William Carter, æt. 24; admitted a week to-day. Gastric fever--typhoid form--slight delirium--bad case. Asked me to write to his mother--did not say where. _Mem_. to e...
9. CHAPTER IX. HIS STORY.It will be advisable not to see any more of that family. Not that I have any proof that they are _the_ family--the name itself, Johnson, and their acknowledged plebeian origin,...