Category: Novels
Once upon a time, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it matters little where, a fierce battle was fought. It was fought upon a long summer day when the waving grass was green. Many a wild flower formed by the Almighty Hand to be a perfumed goblet for the dew, fel...
"Heaven forgive me for not condoling with you," returned Michael Warden, passing his hand across his forehead, "but I'm like a man in a dream at present. I seem to want my wits....
6. Part 6On the door-step, appeared a proper figure of a landlord, too; for though he was a short man, he was round and broad; and stood with his hands in his pockets, and his legs just...
4. Part 4"'And being in her own home,'" read Marion, from the book; "'her home made exquisitely dear by these remembrances, she now began to know that the great trial of her heart must s...
3. Part 3"And when the time comes, as it must one day," said Alfred,--"I wonder it has never come yet: but Grace knows best, for Grace is always right,--when _she_ will want a friend to...
5. Part 5So, guests were bidden, and musicians were engaged, and tables spread, and floors prepared for active feet, and bountiful provision made, of every hospitable kind. Because it wa...
2. Part 2"Why, what a battery!" exclaimed Alfred, stopping short, "and one--two--three--all foreboders of no good, in the great sea before me. I am glad you are not the first I have met...
1. Part 1Once upon a time, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it matters little where, a fierce battle was fought. It was fought upon a long summer day when the waving gras...
8. Part 8A stranger had come into the orchard, after Mr. Snitchey, and had remained apart, near the gate, without being observed by any of the group; for they had little spare attention...