Man and Maid

Edgar, truculent schoolboy; Edgar at Oxford, superior to the point of the intolerable; Edgar journalist, novelist, war correspondent--always friend; Edgar going to America to le...

So he went slowly among the trees, and by devious ways drew a little nearer to the great house that stood in its walled garden in the middle of the park. From very far off, abov...

Then Rupert disappeared from London and from his friends--disappeared suddenly and completely. He had plenty of money, and no relations near enough to be inconveniently anxious....

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Then the guard opened the way for her into the blue-cloth Paradise of a first-class carriage; and, just as the train gave the shudder of disgust which heralds its shame-faced re...

"What an ideal housekeeper!" he said to himself, as he placed a chair for her. And then an odd thrill of discomfort and shame shot through him. This delicate, dainty old lady--h...

"Oh, bother!" Miss Rainham had laughed, not heartlessly, but happily. "Thank Heaven, I've enough to be happy myself and make heaps of other people happy too. And the first step...

He unpacked his clothes and laid his belongings in the drawers and cupboards; it was oddly charming that each shelf or drawer should have its own little muslin bag of grey laven...

Then I went back into my little room, put on the Inverness cape and the slouch hat, and looked at my watch. Eleven-thirty. I must wait. I sat down and waited. I thought how rich...

"Why, I kept thinking: suppose it should move--it was so like life. And if it did move, of course it would have been because it _was_ alive, and I ought to have been glad, becau...

She sat looking into the fire, thinking of all the little, unceasing sacrifices that had been her life ever since Maisie had been hers--even the giving up of that treasured silk...

So next day he walked to Rochester and bought some old bureaux, and chairs, and book-cases, a few Persian rugs and some brass things, unpacked his books and settled down to the...

And the _Girls' Very Own Friend_ accepted the story and printed it, and in its columns notified to "George Thompson" that the price, a whole guinea, was lying idle at the office...

To Alcibiades the bazaar was as much a festival as to any Tabby of them all. He had been washed, which is terrible at the time, but makes you self-respecting afterwards, a littl...