Category: Novels
Plot on thy little hour, and skein on skein Weave the vain mesh, in which thy subtle soul Broods on its venom! Lo! behind, before, Around thee, like an armament of cloud, The black Fate labours onward--ANONYMOUS.
Come, Death, these are thy victims, and the axe Waits those who claimed the chariot.--Thus we count Our treasures in the dark, and when the light Breaks on the cheated eye, we f...
5. Chapter 5Upon leaving the House of Commons, Mordaunt was accosted by Lord Ulswater, who had just taken his seat in the Upper House. Whatever abstraction or whatever weakness Mordaunt mig...
6. Chapter 6Is it possible? Is't so? I can no longer what I would No longer draw back at my liking! I Must do the deed because I thought of it. . . . . . . What is thy enterprise,--thy aim,...
1. Chapter 1Plot on thy little hour, and skein on skein Weave the vain mesh, in which thy subtle soul Broods on its venom! Lo! behind, before, Around thee, like an armament of cloud, The bl...
3. Chapter 3It was an evening of mingled rain and wind, the hour about nine, when Mr. Morris Brown, under the shelter of that admirable umbrella of sea- green silk, to which we have before...
4. Chapter 4It was the evening after the event recorded in our last chapter: all was hushed and dark in the room where Mordaunt sat alone; the low and falling embers burned dull in the grat...
2. Chapter 2There, if, O gentle love! I read aright The utterance that sealed thy sacred bond, 'T was listening to those accents of delight She hid upon his breast those eyes, beyond Expres...