Short Stories
A LODGING FOR THE NIGHT by R. L. Stevenson A LEAF IN THE STORM by Ouida A TERRIBLY STRANGE BED by Wilkie Collins MICHEL LORIO’S CROSS by Hesba Stretton A PERILOUS AMOUR by Stanley J. Weyman
The house was quite dark, like its neighbours; and yet after a few taps he heard a movement overhead, a door opening, and a cautious voice asking who was there. The poet named h...
8. Chapter 8I cannot let this story end without mentioning what the chance saying was which caused it to be told at the farmhouse the other night. Our friend the young sailor, among his oth...
4. Chapter 4A child was born to Margot in the springtime with the violets and daisies, and Reine Allix was proud of the fourth generation, and, as she caressed the boy’s healthy, fair limbs...
9. Chapter 9“_Mon Dieu!_” cried the mother, sinking down on one of the great stones, either rolled up by the tide, or left by the masons who built the ramparts. “Call her father to me.”
10. Chapter 10La Ferte Alais, on the borders of the forest, is some five leagues westward of Fontainebleau, and as far north of Malesherbes, with which last it is connected by a highroad. Hav...
3. Chapter 3These and the like memories she would sometimes relate to the children at evening when they gathered round her begging for a story. Otherwise, no memories of the Revolution or t...
7. Chapter 7I ran to the wash-hand stand; drank some of the water in my jug; poured the rest out, and plunged my face into it; then sat down in a chair and tried to compose myself. I soon f...
5. Chapter 5Reine Allix, who stood by him silent all the while, laid her hand on his shoulder. “My boy,” she said in his ear, “you are right, and they are wrong. Yet let not dissension betw...
1. Chapter 1A LODGING FOR THE NIGHT by R. L. Stevenson A LEAF IN THE STORM by Ouida A TERRIBLY STRANGE BED by Wilkie Collins MICHEL LORIO’S CROSS by Hesba Stretton A PERILOUS AMOUR by Stanl...
6. Chapter 6Not many years ago, on returning from a short holiday visit to a friend settled in Paris, I found professional letters awaiting me at my agent’s in London, which required my imm...
11. Chapter 11“M. Louis d’Entragues,” I said, dropping the mask and addressing him with all the scorn and detestation which I felt, and which he deserved, “your plot is discovered! If you wou...