Category: Short Stories
We had a conversation once, walking on your terrace, with the wind-rippled olives above and the quietly nodding cypress tufts below--about such writings as you chose to compare with carved cherry-stones. We disagreed, for it seemed to me that the world needed cherry-stone neck...
"I can't make out that woman," remarked Greenleaf's new acquaintance, the aesthetic man; "she's usually by ways of being prudish, and has a way of shutting up poor Chatty when h...
9. Part 9"Good gracious, Miss Flodden, I didn't mean the advantage of your brothers and sisters. But surely you ought to reflect that these pots passing from a private house in Northumbe...
2. Part 2"Besides," remarked the Roumanian Princess, "Lady Tal may have had enough of the married state. And why indeed should a beautiful creature like that get married? She's got every...
12. Part 12A fortnight later, the great event was Madame Fosca's fancy ball, to which the guests were bidden to come in what was described as comic costume. Some, however, craved leave to...
10. Part 10Throughout the day, there kept returning to his mind those words, "You see they talked very well, about interesting things, important, _real_ things, didn't they?" and the simpl...
5. Part 5From how he had really felt at the moment, be it well understood. Of course Marion, in his capacity of modern analytical novelist, was perfectly well aware that feelings are mer...
3. Part 3The tone of this woman's voice, the very rustle of her dress, as she leaned upon the balcony and shook the sparks from her cigarette into the dark sky and the dark water, seemed...
8. Part 8"Why, all that--the pale blue mist with the black houses quite soft, like black flakes against it, and the green of the trees against the black walls, and the moving crowd." The...
6. Part 6And Lady Tal gave an angry toss to the sheets of manuscript with the long pair of dressmaker's scissors, which she had finally unburied. Marion felt a little pang. The pang of a...
1. Part 1We had a conversation once, walking on your terrace, with the wind-rippled olives above and the quietly nodding cypress tufts below--about such writings as you chose to compare...
7. Part 7Greenleaf had a great disbelief in his own intuitions; perhaps because he vibrated unusually to the touch of other folks' nature, and that the number and variety of his impressi...
13. Part 13She used to wake up at night with the horror of that suspicion. And in the middle of the day, pull at her clothes, tear down her hair, and rush to the mirror and stare at hersel...
4. Part 4"Dear me, dear me, what a dreadful place!" he kept ejaculating, as he followed Lady Atalanta, carrying her bags of oranges and rolls, among the vociferating, grabbing beldames i...
14. Part 14THE GREAT WAR OF 189-. A Forecast. By REAR-ADMIRAL COLOMB, COL. MAURICE, R.A., MAJOR HENDERSON, STAFF COLLEGE, CAPTAIN MAUDE, ARCHIBALD FORBES, CHARLES LOWE, D. CHRISTIE MURRAY,...