The Thirteen Travellers

He began to discover that strange truth that almost everyone was discovering just at this time--namely, that when you read the papers or thought of your fellow human beings in t...

"I beg your pardon. Difficult to catch ... when you are introduced.... Never understood. I was years older than she. I'm fifty now--forty when I married her, and she was only tw...

"No," Peter interrupted. "That isn't quite fair. Lies isn't the true word. He's all imagination--far more imagination than either you or I will ever have, Lester. He simply can'...

The only novelty here is the moment of the catastrophe. Here was the very period towards which, through years and years of discomfort and horror in France, young Clive had been...

"Peace Day" came and went, and Lois really felt that it was time that she "settled her life." Here was the summer before her; there were a number of places to which she might go...

The two women waited, listening. Miss Allen could hear the old lady's heart thumping and leaping close to her own. Through the opened windows came the sibilant rumble of the mot...

"Yes, I am," said Tom, "and I'm damned if I know why." Nevertheless, although he did not know why, before the morning was out he found himself once more behind Victoria Street a...

"Oh, Lois, I'm so sorry.... But I couldn't tell. I've had something else on my mind all these weeks--something that for the last three days I've been trying to tell you. Margery...

He had said very little about his experiences in France; that was natural, none of the men who had returned from there wished to speak of it. He had thrown himself with apparent...

After the catastrophe, I talked with only one person who seemed to have expected what actually occurred. This was a funny old thing called Miss Williams, one of Miss Morganhurst...

Next day he read himself a very serious lecture. He was becoming morbid; he was giving in; he was allowing himself to be afraid of things. He must pull himself up. He was quite...

Then came the marvellous event. Her Aunt Harriet, Mrs. Comstock, her mother's sister, and a rich widow, asked her to come and stay with her for a month in London. Mrs. Comstock...

She had undressed, and was lying on her bed, flat on her back, staring up at the white ceiling, upon whose surface circles, flung from the lights beyond the window, ran and quiv...

That night when she perceived this gave her one of her worst hours. She had allowed herself--and she saw now how foolish she had been to do so--to look upon the work at Hortons...

I +Absalom Jay+ II +Fanny Close+ III +The Hon. Clive Torby+ IV +Miss Morganhurst+ V +Peter Westcott+ VI +Lucy Moon+ VII +Mrs. Porter and Miss Allen+ VIII +Lois Drake+ IX +Mr. Ni...

Thus, to his amazement, at the end of luncheon, when he was feeling as though he could not bear the sound of Robsart's rich, self-satisfied voice a moment longer, the man made h...

It was at that moment that I saw the catastrophe that was upon us. I saw what Bomb would be without his tales: he would be dull, ordinary, colourless--nothing. The salient thing...