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Golden Stories A Selection Of The Best Fiction By The Foremost

Following each author's name was a notice: "All rights reserved." This book is currently in the public domain, and the notices have been removed, but are mentioned here in the interest of completeness.

Chapters

13. Chapter 13

"Why not? I come down here where nobody knows me. It is my whim to keep quiet the fact that Goldney Park belongs to me. As to my dramatic tastes, they don't concern anybody but...

14. Chapter 14

It was no use telling the agent or anybody. I never thought about that, only what I was to do about the girl and her mother. I didn't think very much about the mother, if you co...

10. Chapter 10

Her tone was so hopeless, so full of tears, that it melted Chilminster. Susceptibilities that had been simmering within him for an hour past came unexpectedly to the boil; and a...

8. Chapter 8

And instead of entering Hammerpond House by the dressing-room window, Mr. Watkins entered it--slightly intoxicated, and inclined now to cheerfulness again--on the arm of a real...

18. Chapter 18

Cedric clenched his fists at the taunt and his face grew purple in the fire glow, but old Daurn went on remorselessly: "Twenty years he's laughed at the Wolf and his whelps, an'...

17. Chapter 17

He devised a snow-plow which combined in one monster ram about all the good material we had left, and submitted the scheme to Neighbor. Neighbor studied it, and hacked at it all...

20. Chapter 20

"You're a good fellow, Raguet," said Peters, wiping his face surreptitiously with the backs of his hands. When his visitor had left he turned over and sank into a half-delirious...

7. Chapter 7

"Just so," replied Luigi, "and questions the most marvelous I have ever heard. And in this country, where everyone asks the questions. How long that I do not work, and if we hav...

12. Chapter 12

He was already sick to death of war. But the fight was not yet over. He heard footsteps on the ladder behind him, and turned just in time to escape a sweeping sword stroke. Next...

16. Chapter 16

Then the dimple in her right cheek that was probably responsible for the calling her Peggy, in spite of her many protests for her rightful dignity of "Margaret," came out sudden...

1. Chapter 1

Following each author's name was a notice: "All rights reserved." This book is currently in the public domain, and the notices have been removed, but are mentioned here in the i...

5. Chapter 5

The last time they had met was in a London drawing-room. Iswar Chandra, the brilliant young barrister-at-law had discoursed to a philanthropic peeress upon the social future of...

3. Chapter 3

He came home within an hour, slowly, leaning heavily upon his stick. John followed with the empty wheelbarrow. They parted at the barn and Mr. McBride went at once to his room a...

15. Chapter 15

"This, too," she said, as she moved apart and stood waiting for him to follow, "is a part of the play--I do not deceive myself! When I go back to my world--my trade, I shall rem...

2. Chapter 2

"Are you there? Is that Inspector Merrick? Oh, yes. Well, we have called up Lincoln & Co., the undertakers. We got on to the manager himself. He declares that the whole thing is...

4. Chapter 4

The stimulus of this reflection aided cerebration. Possessed by an original idea, Billy rubbed the receptacle containing it, and his mouth widened in an astonished grin. A suppl...

19. Chapter 19

Eight per cent! Mr. Proctor's expression expanded. He made his living by lending money for much less. If dear Mr. Strumley would call at his office within two hours he should ha...

9. Chapter 9

Stamping with impatience, Mme. d'Hubieres granted it at once, and as she wished to carry off the child with her, she gave a hundred francs as a present, while her husband drew u...

6. Chapter 6

Which cost Cap'n Pigg a nasty twinge. He had always prided himself on his seaman-like ways, and to proceed thus, down the great river, like a mountebank, or a Cockney out on a B...

11. Chapter 11

"To Opr. Tell Massacree"--that was the word that stuck them all, and I could perceive that Neighbor was talking emphatically. He had apparently forgotten Bartholomew's last name...

21. Chapter 21

"Yes, you had better call an officer," agreed Mr. Snavely. "I saw one around the corner as I passed; the same one your brats were pelting from behind a fence last week."