Harper's New Monthly Magazine
Randal walked home slowly. It was a cold moonlit night. Young idlers of his own years and rank passed him by, on their way from the haunts of social pleasure. They were yet in the first fair holiday of life. Life's holiday had gone from him forever. Graver men, in the various...
Burley's mind was partially wandering; but there was method in his madness. Horace Walpole said that "his stomach would survive all the rest of him." That which in Burley surviv...
6. CHAPTER XIII.--ESTHER'S NARRATIVE.We held many consultations about what Richard was to be; first, without Mr. Jarndyce, as he had requested, and afterward with him; but it was a long time before we seemed to mak...
4. CHAPTER XI.--OUR DEAR BROTHER.Krook takes it, goes to the fire, stoops over the red embers, and tries to get a light. The dying ashes have no light to spare, and his endeavors are vain. Muttering, after an i...
5. CHAPTER XII.--ON THE WATCH.It has left off raining down in Lincolnshire, at last, and Chesney Wold has taken heart. Mrs. Rouncewell is full of hospitable cares, for Sir Leicester and my Lady are coming ho...
2. CHAPTER XIEarly the next morning Randal received two notes--one from Frank, written in great agitation, begging Randal to see and propitiate his father, whom he feared he had grievously o...
1. CHAPTER X.--CONTINUED.Randal walked home slowly. It was a cold moonlit night. Young idlers of his own years and rank passed him by, on their way from the haunts of social pleasure. They were yet in t...