Category: Novels
It was a beautiful summer afternoon when the coach set me down at my father's gate. Mrs. Primmins herself ran out to welcome me; and I had scarcely escaped from the warm clasp of her friendly hand before I was in the arms of my mother.
It was a beautiful summer afternoon when the coach set me down at my father's gate. Mrs. Primmins herself ran out to welcome me; and I had scarcely escaped from the warm clasp o...
2. Chapter 2"By the physical conditions of his body," said Mr. Squills. He could not have made himself other than he was at first in the woods and wilds if he had fins like a fish, or could...
3. Chapter 3"Yes, ma'am, because I would take a pinch of Uncle Roland's snuff, just to say that I had taken a pinch out of his box,--the honor of the thing, you know."
4. Chapter 4As soon as I was dressed I hastened downstairs, for I longed to revisit my old haunts,--the little plot of garden I had sown with anemones and tresses; the walk by the peach wal...
5. Chapter 5The Captain felt that this proposal was meant as the greatest peace- offering my father could think of; for, first, it was a very long walk, and my father detested long walks; s...
6. Chapter 6Indeed, a cold, drizzling rain had come on within the last two hours, and though it was July, it was as chilly as if it had been October. My mother whispered to me, and I went o...
7. Chapter 7"It was in Spain--no matter where or how--that it was my fortune to take prisoner a French officer of the same rank that I then held,--a lieutenant; and there was so much simila...
8. Chapter 8My father took three strides up and down the room, and then, halting on his hearth, and facing his brother, he thus spoke: "I condemn his deed, Roland! At best he was but a haug...