Category： Short Stories Author：novel
WE have known many prettier girls than Mary Gresley, and many handsomer women—but we never knew girl or woman gifted with a face which in supplication was more suasive, in grief more sad, in mirth more merry. It was a face that compelled sympathy, and it did so with the conviction on the mind of the sympathiser that the girl was altog...
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
The history of France in 1792 has been too fully written, and too generally read to leave the novelist any excuse for describing the state of Paris at the close of the summer of that year. It is known to every one that the palace of Louis XVI was sacked on the 10th of August. That he himself with his family took refuge in the National ...
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
But, until the ball is seen resting in the back of the net, it is as unwise to count a goal as it is to reckon chickens still in the shell. There was a youth behind the Foxenby posts with a muddy mark on the side of his face, and he at least knew no goal had been scored.
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
One dull afternoon—and it was in summer—a London authoress of some repute, whose nom-de-guerre was Egidia, was wandering along the pavement of a dull and imposing street in Newcastle. Day was beginning to decline, but the approach of evening was not alone responsible for the heart-felt ejaculation of the South-country woman, “Oh, this...
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
There was no name on the doorposts, nothing beyond the number--\"48\"--to serve as a guide; and yet it may be doubted whether any firm in the City was better known to the postman, the bankers\'-clerks, and all who had regular business to transact with them, than that of Streightley and Son. The firm had been Streightley and Son, and i...
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