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Ascension lilies were everywhere in our shabby drawing-room. They crowded two tables and filled a corner and rose, slim and white, atop a Sheraton cabinet. Every one had sent Pelleas and me a sheaf of the flowers—the Chartres, the Cleatams, Miss Willie Lillieblade, Enid, Lisa and dear Hobart...

Tom Lionel, Consulting Engineer, awoke with a shake of his head. At once, he was out of bed. He consulted first the calendar and then the clock. The thought struck him funny. He hadn't been drinking, but the idea of looking at a calendar upon awakening might be construed as an admission that he...

The good folk of our county always seized with gladness any fair excuse for merry-making, especially in the dead of winter, when farm work was slack.

Sir Harold Wynde, Baronet, was standing upon the pier head at Brighton, looking idly seaward, and watching the play of the sunset rays on the waters, the tossing white-capped waves, and the white sails in the distance against the blue sky.

Once there were two little kittens that did not wear any mittens. All they wore were coats—the one yellow and the other black. They both had blue, blue eyes, and sharp teeth and feet like cushions and scratchy claws, and they were EXACTLY THE SAME AGE!

The first, the last—the only King the Americans ever had, was dead. It was the 13th day of August, in the year 1676. The human emotions of the Puritan people of Massachusetts tugged at the shackles of a long repression and broke them asunder, in the seemly town of Plymouth. King Philip, the...

Out of the Future emerge the Robot andTharn—while James Kelvin fights themblindly, knowing not friend from foe!

Reader; stay a moment. A word with you before you begin to sample this book. We will tell you some things in advance, which may help you to decide whether it is worth while to read any further.

Er was eens een reiziger; hij was vijf en veertig jaar, en vijf en twintig jaar was het geleden, dat hij voor het eerst de wereld introk. Toen kwam hij pas van de hoogeschool en wist absoluut niets meer dan hetgeen hij had geleerd. Op zekeren dag had de rector hem gevraagd:

It was a perfect June morning, not a breath stirring, and the sun fairly baking down till the whole air was full of the hot resinous scent of pine-needles; but, warm as it was, I was shivering as I lay out on the tip of a larch-bough and looked down. I was not giddy—a squirrel never is.