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A Memoir of H. H. Munro ix
The Toys of Peace 3 Louise 13 Tea 21 The Disappearance of Crispina Umberleigh 29 The Wolves of Cernogratz 39 Louis 49 The Guests 59 The Pen…
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“When peace comes,” wrote an officer of the 22nd Royal Fusiliers, the
regiment in which Munro was a private and in which he rose to the rank of lance-sergeant, “Saki will give us the most wonderful of all the…
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The Toys of Peace
“Harvey,” said Eleanor Bope, handing her brother a cutting from a London morning paper of the 19th of March, “just read this about children…
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Louise
“The tea will be quite cold, you’d better ring for some more,” said the Dowager Lady Beanford. Susan Lady Beanford was a vigorous old woman…
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Tea
James Cushat-Prinkly was a young man who had always had a settled conviction that one of these days he would marry; up to the age of thirty…
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The Disappearance of Crispina Umberleigh
In a first-class carriage of a train speeding Balkanward across the flat, green Hungarian plain two Britons sat in friendly, fitful convers…
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The Wolves of Cernogratz
“Are there any old legends attached to the castle?” asked Conrad of his sister. Conrad was a prosperous Hamburg merchant, but he was the on…
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Louis
“It would be jolly to spend Easter in Vienna this year,” said Strudwarden, “and look up some of my old friends there. It’s about the jollie…
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The Guests
“The landscape seen from our windows is certainly charming,” said Annabel; “those cherry orchards and green meadows, and the river winding…
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The Penance
Octavian Ruttle was one of those lively cheerful individuals on whom amiability had set its unmistakable stamp, and, like most of his kind,…
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The Phantom Luncheon
“The Smithly-Dubbs are in Town,” said Sir James. “I wish you would show them some attention. Ask them to lunch with you at the Ritz or some…
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A Bread and Butter Miss
“Starling Chatter and Oakhill have both dropped back in the betting,” said Bertie van Tahn, throwing the morning paper across the breakfast…
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Bertie’s Christmas Eve
It was Christmas Eve, and the family circle of Luke Steffink, Esq., was aglow with the amiability and random mirth which the occasion deman…
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Forewarned
Alethia Debchance sat in a corner of an otherwise empty railway carriage, more or less at ease as regarded body, but in some trepidation as…
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The Interlopers
In a forest of mixed growth somewhere on the eastern spurs of the Karpathians, a man stood one winter night watching and listening, as thou…
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Quail Seed
“The outlook is not encouraging for us smaller businesses,” said Mr. Scarrick to the artist and his sister, who had taken rooms over his su…
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Canossa
Demosthenes Platterbaff, the eminent Unrest Inducer, stood on his trial for a serious offence, and the eyes of the political world were foc…
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The Threat
Sir Lulworth Quayne sat in the lounge of his favourite restaurant, the Gallus Bankiva, discussing the weaknesses of the world with his neph…
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Excepting Mrs. Pentherby
It was Reggie Bruttle’s own idea for converting what had threatened to be an albino elephant into a beast of burden that should help him al…
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Mark
Augustus Mellowkent was a novelist with a future; that is to say, a limited but increasing number of people read his books, and there seeme…
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The Hedgehog
A “Mixed Double” of young people were contesting a game of lawn tennis at the Rectory garden party; for the past five-and-twenty years at l…
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The Mappined Life
“These Mappin Terraces at the Zoological Gardens are a great improvement on the old style of wild-beast cage,” said Mrs. James Gurtleberry,…
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Fate
Rex Dillot was nearly twenty-four, almost good-looking and quite penniless. His mother was supposed to make him some sort of an allowance o…
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The Bull
Tom Yorkfield had always regarded his half-brother, Laurence, with a lazy instinct of dislike, toned down, as years went on, to a tolerant…
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Morlvera
The Olympic Toy Emporium occupied a conspicuous frontage in an important West End street. It was happily named Toy Emporium, because one wo…
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Shock Tactics
On a late spring afternoon Ella McCarthy sat on a green-painted chair in Kensington Gardens, staring listlessly at an uninteresting stretch…
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The Seven Cream Jugs
“I suppose we shall never see Wilfred Pigeoncote here now that he has become heir to the baronetcy and to a lot of money,” observed Mrs. Pe…
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The Occasional Garden
“Don’t talk to me about town gardens,” said Elinor Rapsley; “which means, of course, that I want you to listen to me for an hour or so whil…
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The Sheep
The enemy had declared “no trumps.” Rupert played out his ace and king of clubs and cleared the adversary of that suit; then the Sheep, who…
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The Oversight
“It’s like a Chinese puzzle,” said Lady Prowche resentfully, staring at a scribbled list of names that spread over two or three loose sheet…
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Hyacinth
“The new fashion of introducing the candidate’s children into an election contest is a pretty one,” said Mrs. Panstreppon; “it takes away s…
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The Image of the Lost Soul
There were a number of carved stone figures placed at intervals along the parapets of the old Cathedral; some of them represented angels, o…
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The Purple of the Balkan Kings
Luitpold Wolkenstein, financier and diplomat on a small, obtrusive, self-important scale, sat in his favoured cafe in the world-wise Habsbu…
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The Cupboard of the Yesterdays
“War is a cruelly destructive thing,” said the Wanderer, dropping his newspaper to the floor and staring reflectively into space. “Ah, yes,…
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For the Duration of the War
The Rev. Wilfrid Gaspilton, in one of those clerical migrations inconsequent-seeming to the lay mind, had removed from the moderately fashi…