IN the first three letters, my father expressed his concern for my silence and asked the reason for it. In the last, he made it clear that he had been...
MY father was sitting in my drawing-room in his dressing-gown. He was writing. I knew at once, from the way he looked up at me as I entered, that seri...
'AT last!' she cried, throwing her arms around my neck. 'You're back! You look so pale!' Then I told her about the scene with my f...
I FELT that the train was hardly moving. I reached Bougival at eleven. Not one window in the house was lit. I rang, but no one answered. It was the fi...
WHEN I was something like myself once more, I could not believe that the new day which was dawning would not be exactly like all the days that had gon...
IT was something, but it was not enough. I knew what power I had over her, and took cowardly advantage of it. When I reflect that she is dead now, I w...
ARMAND, wearied by the telling of his long tale which had been frequently interrupted by his tears, placed both hands on his forehead and closed his e...
WHAT ensued after that fatal night, you know as well as I do. But what you do not know, what you cannot suspect, is what I went through after the mome...
'HAVE you finished it?' Armand asked me when I reached the end of the manuscript. 'I understand what you must have been through, my friend...
The Pool of Tears Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English...