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Esmé
"All hunting stories are the same," said Clovis; "just as all Turf stories are the same, and all " "My hunting story isn't a bit like any y…
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The Match-Maker
The grill-room clock struck eleven with the respectful unobtrusiveness of one whose mission in life is to be ignored. When the flight of ti…
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Tobermory
It was a chill, rain-washed afternoon of a late August day, that indefinite season when partridges are still in security or cold storage, a…
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Mrs. Packletide's Tiger
It was Mrs. Packletide's pleasure and intention that she should shoot a tiger. Not that the lust to kill had suddenly descended on her, or…
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The Stampeding Of Lady Bastable
"It would be rather nice if you would put Clovis up for another six days while I go up north to the MacGregors'," said Mrs. Sangrail sleepi…
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The Background
"That woman's art-jargon tires me," said Clovis to his journalist friend. "She's so fond of talking of certain pictures as 'growing on one,…
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Hermann The Irascible--A Story Of The Great Weep
It was in the second decade of the twentieth century, after the Great Plague had devastated England, that Hermann the Irascible, nicknamed…
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The Unrest-Cure
On the rack in the railway carriage immediately opposite Clovis was a solidly wrought travelling-bag, with a carefully written label, on wh…
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The Jesting Of Arlington Stringham
Arlington Stringham made a joke in the House of Commons. It was a thin House, and a very thin joke; something about the Anglo-Saxon race ha…
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Sredni Vashtar
Conradin was ten years old, and the doctor had pronounced his professional opinion that the boy would not live another five years. The doct…
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Adrian
A CHAPTER IN ACCLIMATIZATION His baptismal register spoke of him pessimistically as John Henry, but he had left that behind with the other…
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The Chaplet
A strange stillness hung over the restaurant; it was one of those rare moments when the orchestra was not discoursing the strains of the Ic…
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The Quest
An unwonted peace hung over the Villa Elsinore, broken, however, at frequent intervals, by clamorous lamentations suggestive of bewildered…
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Wratislav
The Gräfin's two elder sons had made deplorable marriages. It was, observed Clovis, a family habit. The youngest boy, Wratislav, who was th…
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The Easter Egg
It was distinctly hard lines for Lady Barbara, who came of good fighting stock, and was one of the bravest women of her generation, that he…
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Filboid Studge, The Story Of A Mouse That Helped
"I want to marry your daughter," said Mark Spayley with faltering eagerness. "I am only an artist with an income of two hundred a year, and…
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The Music On The Hill
Sylvia Seltoun ate her breakfast in the morning-room at Yessney with a pleasant sense of ultimate victory, such as a fervent Ironside might…
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The Story Of St.. Vespaluus
"Tell me a story," said the Baroness, staring out despairingly at the rain; it was that light, apologetic sort of rain that looks as if it…
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The Way To The Dairy
The Baroness and Clovis sat in a much-frequented corner of the Park exchanging biographical confidences about the long succession of passer…
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The Peace Offering
"I want you to help me in getting up a dramatic entertainment of some sort," said the Baroness to Clovis. "You see, there's been an electio…
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The Peace Of Mowsle Barton
Crefton Lockyer sat at his ease, an ease alike of body and soul, in the little patch of ground, half-orchard and half-garden, that abutted…
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The Talking-Out Of Tarrington
"Heavens!" exclaimed the aunt of Clovis, "here's some one I know bearing down on us. I can't remember his name, but he lunched with us once…
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The Hounds Of Fate
In the fading light of a close dull autumn afternoon Martin Stoner plodded his way along muddy lanes and rut-seamed cart tracks that led he…
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The Recessional
Clovis sat in the hottest zone but two of a Turkish bath, alternately inert in statuesque contemplation and rapidly manoeuvring a fountain-…
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A Matter Of Sentiment
It was the eve of the great race, and scarcely a member of Lady Susan's house-party had as yet a single bet on. It was one of those unsatis…
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The Secret Sin Of Septimus Brope
"Who and what is Mr. Brope?" demanded the aunt of Clovis suddenly. Mrs. Riversedge, who had been snipping off the heads of defunct roses, a…
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"Ministers Of Grace"
Although he was scarcely yet out of his teens, the Duke of Scaw was already marked out as a personality widely differing from others of his…
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The Remoulding Of Groby Lington
"A man is known by the company he keeps." In the morning-room of his sister-in-law's house Groby Lington fidgeted away the passing minutes…