The Locusts' Years

Judge Barton had to cut short his morning ride in order to reach the San Sebastian church at seven-thirty, but he admitted to himself that he would have gone without his daily e...

The mental suffering was, however, far from small. As she strained her eyes through the blackness, Charlotte felt that the weight of ages lay on their aching pupils. Fatigue, de...

In the month that elapsed between her conversation with Kingsnorth and the time set by Collingwood for his return, Charlotte had time for an exhausting and (as it seemed to her)...

It was well on in the afternoon of the next day when they anchored off Cuyo, which, with its squat lighthouse and low shore, impressed Charlotte as a dreary, lonesome spot. A la...

It was at the end of a month, when Charlotte looked forward with increasing dread to her husband's return and to her own departure, that the lorcha Dos Hermanos, their tried fri...

Mrs. Collingwood, who was dabbing a powder puff across her face as a finish to her afternoon toilet, responded at once, from the adjoining bedroom, that she was longing for a wa...

The next morning at the matutinal swim the Judge affixed himself as a satellite to Kingsnorth, and left the married pair to take their morning recreation together. At breakfast,...

This is an unexpected pleasure, murmured Mrs. Collingwood, giving to Judge Barton a warm pressure of the hand. For though she was proud and sensitive, she was not vindictive, an...

Charlotte Ponsonby continued to lean against the window in an abstraction which registered impressions very much as a flagellant's ecstasy may note the pathway of his torment. T...

The evening meal passed off more easily than had seemed possible to Mrs. Collingwood's disturbed imagination. Judge Barton managed to appear perfectly at ease, and she played he...

What the buried archives are to the archaeologist, the trunkful of old letters is to the novelist. But before those light-giving documents are brought forth, a little family his...

On a certain cloudless September morning eight months later, five persons were merrily disporting themselves in the warm billows that rolled upon the island beach. It was one of...

It was all finally settled, and preparations such as could be made were begun. Charlotte found that, with a prospect of returning to the world, a variety of interests which she...

Judge Barton's servant, aided by Kingsnorth's boy and Martin's, had put up the tents and had seen thoroughly to the comfort of the visitors, so that there was nothing more to do...

When a man has reached the point where he can reflect, with cynical satisfaction, upon the brutality of organized society, and can contemplate unmoved one of its victims; and wh...

It seemed to Mrs. Collingwood that the next three days embodied the quintessence of all that had ever fallen to her lot of discomfort and misery. To lie physically helpless, a b...

employ. They had not seen their way to releasing her for six months, but when she crossed Their High-Mightinesses--or when I did it for her--they could let her go in twenty-four...

Meanwhile, the object of her solicitation sat on in a mood terribly blended of recklessness and despair. No shadow of fear darkened the almost ecstatic rebellion of her mood. As...

Some five or six weeks after the events narrated in the preceding chapters, Judge Barton's Australian chestnuts were rattling their silver-plated harness on the Luneta driveway...