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The clock of St. Paul's was sounding eight. Buttoning my outside coat closely about me--for it was a cold, stormy night in November--I descended the steps of the Astor House to visit, in the upper part of the city, the blue-eyed young woman who is looking over my shoulder whil...
The clock of St. Paul's was sounding eight. Buttoning my outside coat closely about me--for it was a cold, stormy night in November--I descended the steps of the Astor House to...
2. Chapter 2It was noon on the following day when I again visited the house in Anthony street. As I opened the door of the sick woman's room, I was startled by her altered appearance. Her e...
3. Chapter 3Without being an odd jumble, it could not possibly reflect American life and manners at the present time with any degree of fidelity; for the foundations of the old in society h...
4. Chapter 4It was after a second bottle of green-seal had flashed out its sparkles into the crystal, that Ned Martin drew a long breath like that drawn by a man discharging a painful and n...
5. Chapter 5'You are a ----' (we suppress the word he used; suffice it to say, it may be defined, 'a kind of harp much used by the ancients!')--'twicet two is four. Hmm!' replied the second.
6. Chapter 6The reader will remember that Adelaide, wife of Welter, or Lord Ascot, broke her back while attempting to jump a fence, mounted on the back of the Irish mare 'Molly Asthore,' bu...
7. Chapter 7Nature was in one of her gloomiest moods, the clouds were the color of burnt treacle, the sombre rain pelted the dismal streets; mud was everywhere, desolation, misery, wet boot...
8. Chapter 8Ravenshoe bay again. Sunlight on the waters; clear blue sky; all nature smiling serenely; Charles Ravenshoe--I adore the man when I think of him--landing a forty-four-pound salm...