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A Sermon On Inns
THE sea was a pale elfin green and the afternoon had already felt the fairy touch of evening as a young woman with dark hair, dressed in a…
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The End Of Olive Island
THE great sea-dragon of the changing colours that wriggles round the world like a chameleon, was pale green as it washed on Pebblewick, but…
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The Sign Of “The Old Ship”
UPON few of the children of men has the surname of Pump fallen, and of these few have been maddened into naming a child Humphrey in additio…
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The Inn Finds Wings
MR. HUMPHREY PUMP stood in front of his inn once more, the cleaned and loaded gun still lay on the table, and the white sign of The Ship st…
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The Astonishment Of The Agent
LORD IVYWOOD shared the mental weakness of most men who have fed on books; he ignored, not the value but the very existence of other forms…
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The Hole In Heaven
THAT delicate ruby light which is one of the rarest but one of the most exquisite of evening effects warmed the land, sky and seas as if th…
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The Society Of Simple Souls
UNDER sunset, at once softer and more sombre, under which the leaden sea took on a Lenten purple, a tint appropriate to tragedy, Lady Joan…
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Vox Populi Vox Dei
“I AM SURE,” Mr. Leveson, the Secretary, had said, with a somewhat constrained smile, “that after the eloquent and epoch-making speech to w…
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The Higher Criticism And Mr. Hibbs
PEBBLEWICK boasted an enterprising evening paper of its own, called “The Pebblewick Globe,” and it was the great vaunt of the editor’s life…
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The Character Of Quoodle
THERE lay about in Lord Ivywood’s numerous gardens, terraces, outhouses, stable yards and similar places, a dog that came to be called by t…
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Vegetarianism In The Drawing-Room
THE Company that assembled to listen to the Prophet of the Moon, on the next occasion of his delivering any formal address, was much more s…
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Vegetarianism In The Forest
HUMPHREY PUMP’S cooking of a fungus in an old frying-pan (which he had found on the beach) was extremely typical of him. He was, indeed, wi…
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The Flying Inn - The Battle Of The Tunnel - (1)
WHAT Joan Brett really felt, as she went back from the second tête-à-tête she had experienced in the turret, it is doubtful if anyone will…
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The Flying Inn - The Battle Of The Tunnel - (2)
Leveson did not know the huge and horrible voice in which these words were shouted, but he had a most strange and even sickening suspicion…
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The Creature That Man Forgets
DESPITE the natural hubbub round the wound of Lord Ivywood and the difficulties of the police in finding their way to the shore, the fugiti…
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The Songs Of The Car Club
MORE than once as the car flew through black and silver fairylands of fir wood and pine wood, Dalroy put his head out of the side window an…
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The Seven Moods Of Dorian
THAT timeless clock of all lunatics, which was so bright in the sky that night, may really have had some elfin luck about it, like a silver…
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The Flying Inn - The Poet In Parliament - (1)
DURING the singular entrance and exit of Dorian Wimpole, M.P., J.P., etc., Lady Joan was looking out of the magic casements of that turret…
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The Flying Inn - The Poet In Parliament - (2)
Ivywood was what is called a peer by courtesy; his place was in the Commons, and for the time being on the Opposition side. But, though he…
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The Republic Of Peaceways
IN a hamlet round about Windermere, let us say, or somewhere in Wordsworth’s country, there could be found a cottage, in which could be fou…
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The Hospitality Of The Captain
DR. MOSES MEADOWS, whether that was his name or an Anglicised version of it, had certainly come in the first instance from a little town in…
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The Turk And The Futurists
MR. ADRIAN CROOKE was a successful chemist whose shop was in the neighbourhood of Victoria, but his face expressed more than is generally r…
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The Road To Roundabout
PATRICK DALROY looked at the invader with a heavy and yet humourous expression, and merely said, “I didn’t steal your car; really, I didn’t…
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The Chemistry Of Mr. Crooke
WHEN the celebrated Hibbs next visited the shop of Crooke, that mystic and criminologist chemist, he found the premises were impressively a…
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The March On Ivywood
THAT storm-spirit, or eagle of liberty, which is the sudden soul in a crowd, had descended upon London after a foreign tour of some centuri…
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The Enigmas Of Lady Joan
ON an evening when the sky was clear and only its fringes embroidered with the purple arabesques of the sunset, Joan Brett was walking on t…
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The Finding Of The Superman
“I’VE brought you a little dog,” said Mr. Dalroy, introducing the rampant Quoodle. “I had him brought down here in a large hamper labelled…
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