Category: Humour
The maple-bordered street was as still as a country Sunday; so quiet that there seemed an echo to my footsteps. It was four o'clock in the morning; clear October moonlight misted through the thinning foliage to the shadowy sidewalk and lay like a transparent silver fog upon th...
I do not know why it should have astonished me to find that Miss Apperthwaite was a teacher of mathematics except that (to my inexperienced eye) she didn't look it. She looked m...
3. Chapter 3“I'm just finishing the death of Jean Valjean, you know, in Les Miserables,” she said, as we moved to the door. “I'm always afraid I'll cry over that. I try not to, because it m...
1. Chapter 1The maple-bordered street was as still as a country Sunday; so quiet that there seemed an echo to my footsteps. It was four o'clock in the morning; clear October moonlight miste...
4. Chapter 4Mr. Peck smote his palms together. “Grist!” he called, over his shoulder, and his colleague struggled forward. “Listen to this: even Dowden ain't at Beasley's. Ain't the Lord wo...