The Pennycomequicks, Volume 2 (of 3)

He spoke with a hard, metallic voice; scarce a trace of feeling was in it, save of the grate of animosity; his strong eye had no yielding in it, no light, only a sort of phospho...

Then she turned and walked to the door, with her hands extended as one blind, stepping slowly, stiffly, as if fearful of stumbling over some unseen obstacle. She went out, and h...

'I don't believe--I cannot believe--that you, a man of reason--you, a man with legal training--can act such a quixotish part?' exclaimed Mrs. Sidebottom, becoming for the moment...

'Exactly. And those who live in furnished lodgings are kept continually in the King of Israel's frame of mind. Whatever the landlady does, whatever she leaves undone, when she r...

Mr. Pennycomequick was strangely altered. He had been accustomed to shave his face, with the exception of a pair of cutlets that reached no lower than the lobe of his ears. Now...

'It does matter, Salome. Two hundred and fifty pounds cannot have made themselves wings and flown away without leaving their address. Bo Peep's sheep left their tails behind the...

Her heart was beating fast. Did she love him? She liked him. She looked up to him. Some of the old regard which had been lavished on the uncle devolved on Philip with the inheri...

Mrs. Sidebottom went to bed. But, as Beaple Yeo had disturbed her day, so did he spoil her night. She slept indifferently. Beaple Yeo came to her in her dreams, and rubbed her w...

As Philip walked home with Salome under the same umbrella, from the points of which the discoloured water dropped, he said in a low tone to her, 'I have, as you desired, offered...

XVII. MISFORTUNES NEVER COME SINGLY XVIII. JOHN DALE XIX. BACKING OUT XX. A FACE IN THE DARK XXI. HYACINTH BULBS XXII. YES OR NO? XXIII. EARLE SCHOFIELD XXIV. A RECOGNITION XXV....

John Dale was a pleasant man to be with; fond of a good story, and able to tell one; fond of a good dinner, and--being a bachelor--able to keep a cook who could furnish one; fon...

'I have had a good deal to worry me, to make me unhappy. I cannot sleep, I am always thinking. I can see no way out of the trouble. If there were the tiniest thread to which I c...