The Finer Grain

On a certain October Saturday he had got off, as usual, early; but the afternoon light, his pilgrimage drawing to its aim, could still show him, at long range, the rare case of...

On that Sunday night he had wandered wild, incoherently ranging and throbbing, but this became the law of his next days as well, since he lacked more than ever all other resort...

He had quitted his seat in the Louis Quinze drawing-room without having, as he would have described it, done anything but give the lady of the scene a superior chance not to bet...

Squaring himself in his old _bergère_, and with his lips, during the effort, compressed to the same passive grimace that had an hour or two before operated for the encouragement...

The league-long, paved, lighted, garden-plotted, seated and refuged Marina renounced its more or less celebrated attractions to break off short here; and an inward curve of the...

The tone in it now made their eyes meet again, and with this presentation of the altered face Mark measured as not before, for some reason, the extent of the recent ravage. “You...

If he went in, however, with something of his more or less inevitable scowl, there were really, at the moment, two rather valid reasons for screened observation; the first of th...

If she was Olympian--as in her rich and regular young beauty, that of some divine Greek mask over-painted say by Titian, she more and more appeared to him--this offered air was...

It came to Herbert as he left the place a shade less remarkable--though there was still wonder enough and to spare--that he had been even publicly and designedly sacrificed; exa...

Well, it was all confounding enough, but this indication in particular would have jostled our friend’s grasp of the presented cup had he had, during the next ten minutes, more i...

[Transcriber’s Note: After posting it was discovered that there were several missing pages from the section titled “Mora Montravers”. This section has been removed and will be r...

Ah, such an interest as he felt in this--taking from her while, so far from scowling, he almost gaped, all it might mean! “Ours indeed--and it’s awfully good they are; or that w...

Our sufferer, by that time, would have liked to tell some one; extracting, to the last acid strain of it, the full strength of his sorrow, taking it all in as he could only do b...

He waited a moment, dropping again on the seat. So, while she still stood, he looked up at her; with the sense somehow that there were too many things and that they were all tog...