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The She-Wolf
Leonard Bilsiter was one of those people who have failed to find this world attractive or interesting, and who have sought compensation in…
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Laura
“You are not really dying, are you?” asked Amanda. “I have the doctor’s permission to live till Tuesday,” said Laura. “But to-day is Saturd…
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The Boar-Pig
“There is a back way on to the lawn,” said Mrs. Philidore Stossen to her daughter, “through a small grass paddock and then through a walled…
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The Brogue
The hunting season had come to an end, and the Mullets had not succeeded in selling the Brogue. There had been a kind of tradition in the f…
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The Hen
“Dora Bittholz is coming on Thursday,” said Mrs. Sangrail. “This next Thursday?” asked Clovis His mother nodded. “You’ve rather done it, ha…
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The Open Window
“My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel,” said a very self-possessed young lady of fifteen; “in the meantime you must try and put up wi…
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The Treasure Ship
The great galleon lay in semi-retirement under the sand and weed and water of the northern bay where the fortune of war and weather had lon…
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The Cobweb
The farmhouse kitchen probably stood where it did as a matter of accident or haphazard choice; yet its situation might have been planned by…
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The Lull
“I’ve asked Latimer Springfield to spend Sunday with us and stop the night,” announced Mrs. Durmot at the breakfast-table. “I thought he wa…
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The Unkindest Blow
The season of strikes seemed to have run itself to a standstill. Almost every trade and industry and calling in which a dislocation could p…
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The Romancers
It was autumn in London, that blessed season between the harshness of winter and the insincerities of summer; a trustful season when one bu…
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The Schartz-Metterklume Method
Lady Carlotta stepped out on to the platform of the small wayside station and took a turn or two up and down its uninteresting length, to k…
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The Seventh Pullet
“It’s not the daily grind that I complain of,” said Blenkinthrope resentfully; “it’s the dull grey sameness of my life outside of office ho…
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The Blind Spot
“You’ve just come back from Adelaide’s funeral, haven’t you?” said Sir Lulworth to his nephew; “I suppose it was very like most other funer…
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Dusk
Norman Gortsby sat on a bench in the Park, with his back to a strip of bush-planted sward, fenced by the park railings, and the Row frontin…
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A Touch Of Realism
“I hope you’ve come full of suggestions for Christmas,” said Lady Blonze to her latest arrived guest; “the old-fashioned Christmas and the…
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Cousin Teresa
Basset Harrowcluff returned to the home of his fathers, after an absence of four years, distinctly well pleased with himself. He was only t…
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The Yarkand Manner
Sir Lulworth Quayne was making a leisurely progress through the Zoological Society’s Gardens in company with his nephew, recently returned…
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The Byzantine Omelette
Sophie Chattel-Monkheim was a Socialist by conviction and a Chattel-Monkheim by marriage. The particular member of that wealthy family whom…
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The Feast Of Nemesis
“It’s a good thing that Saint Valentine’s Day has dropped out of vogue,” said Mrs. Thackenbury; “what with Christmas and New Year and Easte…
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The Dreamer
It was the season of sales. The august establishment of Walpurgis and Nettlepink had lowered its prices for an entire week as a concession…
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The Quince Tree
“I’ve just been to see old Betsy Mullen,” announced Vera to her aunt, Mrs. Bebberly Cumble; “she seems in rather a bad way about her rent.…
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The Forbidden Buzzards
“Is matchmaking at all in your line?” Hugo Peterby asked the question with a certain amount of personal interest. “I don’t specialise in it…
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The Stake
“Ronnie is a great trial to me,” said Mrs. Attray plaintively. “Only eighteen years old last February and already a confirmed gambler. I am…
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Clovis On Parental Responsibilities
Marion Eggelby sat talking to Clovis on the only subject that she ever willingly talked about—her offspring and their varied perfections an…
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A Holiday Task
Kenelm Jerton entered the dining-hall of the Golden Galleon Hotel in the full crush of the luncheon hour. Nearly every seat was occupied, a…
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The Stalled Ox
Theophil Eshley was an artist by profession, a cattle painter by force of environment. It is not to be supposed that he lived on a ranche o…
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The Story-Teller
It was a hot afternoon, and the railway carriage was correspondingly sultry, and the next stop was at Templecombe, nearly an hour ahead. Th…
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A Defensive Diamond
Treddleford sat in an easeful arm-chair in front of a slumberous fire, with a volume of verse in his hand and the comfortable consciousness…
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The Elk
Teresa, Mrs. Thropplestance, was the richest and most intractable old woman in the county of Woldshire. In her dealings with the world in g…
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“Down Pens”
“Have you written to thank the Froplinsons for what they sent us?” asked Egbert. “No,” said Janetta, with a note of tired defiance in her v…
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The Name-Day
Adventures, according to the proverb, are to the adventurous. Quite as often they are to the non-adventurous, to the retiring, to the const…
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The Lumber Room
The children were to be driven, as a special treat, to the sands at Jagborough. Nicholas was not to be of the party; he was in disgrace. On…
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Fur
“You look worried, dear,” said Eleanor. “I am worried,” admitted Suzanne; “not worried exactly, but anxious. You see, my birthday happens n…
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The Philanthropist And The Happy Cat
Jocantha Bessbury was in the mood to be serenely and graciously happy. Her world was a pleasant place, and it was wearing one of its pleasa…
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On Approval
Of all the genuine Bohemians who strayed from time to time into the would-be Bohemian circle of the Restaurant Nuremberg, Owl Street, Soho,…