Manalive

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Chapter I — How the Great Wind Came to Beacon House (1)
A wind sprang high in the west, like a wave of unreasonable happiness, and tore eastward across England, trailing with it the frosty scent…
Chapter I — How the Great Wind Came to Beacon House (2)
The tree swung and swept and thrashed to and fro in the thundering wind like a thistle, and flamed in the full sunshine like a bonfire. The…
Chapter II — The Luggage of an Optimist (1)
We all remember the fairy tales of science in our infancy, which played with the supposition that large animals could jump in the proportio…
Chapter II — The Luggage of an Optimist (2)
“Don’t be so rough on yourself,” said Inglewood, in serious distress. “The dullness isn’t your fault or the whisky’s. Fellows who don’t— fe…
Chapter III — The Banner of Beacon (1)
All next day at Beacon House there was a crazy sense that it was everybody’s birthday. It is the fashion to talk of institutions as cold an…
Chapter III — The Banner of Beacon (2)
“And I hate and despise your satires,” cried Rosamund Hunt, letting loose her whole forcible female personality like a cyclone, and speakin…
Chapter IV — The Garden of the God (1)
Diana Duke seemed inexplicably irritated at the abrupt entrance and utterance of the other girl. “Well,” she said shortly, “I suppose Miss…
Chapter IV — The Garden of the God (2)
He was interrupted from behind the house by a bang like that of a bomb. Almost at the same instant the stranger in the cab sprang out of it…
Chapter V — The Allegorical Practical Joker (1)
The criminal specialist who had come with Dr. Warner was a somewhat more urbane and even dapper figure than he had appeared when clutching…
Chapter V — The Allegorical Practical Joker (2)
“It isn’t only your aunt who wants to keep this quiet if she can,” he said; “we all want to keep it quiet if we can. Look at the large fact…
Chapter V — The Allegorical Practical Joker (3)
Inglewood was about to open his mouth in an amiable protest, but Moon went on, plunging quicker and quicker up and down the garden and smok…
Chapter I — The Eye of Death; or, the Murder Charge (1)
The dining-room of the Dukes had been set out for the Court of Beacon with a certain impromptu pomposity that seemed somehow to increase it…
Chapter I — The Eye of Death; or, the Murder Charge (2)
“It might be understood so,” replied the American doctor; “but, really, it was difficult to understand at all. In fact, we sent it back to…
Chapter I — The Eye of Death; or, the Murder Charge (3)
“‘I’d give anything to get back,’ replied the unhappy professor. “‘Give anything!’ cried Smith; ‘then, blast your impudence, give us a song…
Chapter II — The Two Curates; or, the Burglary Charge (1)
Arthur Inglewood handed the document he had just read to the leaders of the prosecution, who examined it with their heads together. Both th…
Chapter II — The Two Curates; or, the Burglary Charge (2)
“If I had had the presence of mind to show any proper spirit I should have flung it away, though any adequate gesture of the kind would hav…
Chapter II — The Two Curates; or, the Burglary Charge (3)
“My companion dropped from the aperture into the room so suddenly and soundlessly, that I could do nothing but follow him; though, for lack…
Chapter III — The Round Road; or, the Desertion Charge (1)
Pym rose with sincere embarrassment; for he was an American, and his respect for ladies was real, and not at all scientific. “Ignoring,” he…
Chapter III — The Round Road; or, the Desertion Charge (2)
“Then he turned upon me with something like fury, and struck the foot of his pole upon the frozen earth. “‘And if I do go back to my countr…
Chapter IV — The Wild Weddings; or, the Polygamy Charge (1)
“A modern man,” said Dr. Cyrus Pym, “must, if he be thoughtful, approach the problem of marriage with some caution. Marriage is a stage—dou…
Chapter IV — The Wild Weddings; or, the Polygamy Charge (2)
“But was there in Smith’s taste any such variety as the learned doctor describes? So far as our slight materials go, the very opposite seem…
Chapter V — How the Great Wind Went from Beacon House
Mary was walking between Diana and Rosamund slowly up and down the garden; they were silent, and the sun had set. Such spaces of daylight a…