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In Accordance with the Evidence

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million books. com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: SOME time or other during the period of my engagement to Miss Windus an episode of my history I am now approaching, I happened to remark on the pleasant arrangement that had removed many of the temptations of London from Archie Merridew’s path by giving him a ‘ home from home’ the wholesome influence of the Soames’ house in Woburn Place. My charmer agreed with me that no arrangement could have been happier. It is of that arrangement that I must now speak. But first I must tell you as much as I can recollect of the party with which the Christmas term closed. , Little as things of that kind appeal to me, I had been to that breaking up party. Why I had deliberately sought this misery I find it difficult to say. It had been Miss Levey who, the very evening before the result of the Method examination had been announced, had broached the matter to me, and that of itself would doubtless have decided me had it not been for Miss Oauston, who had come up just as I was refusing. ‘ Mr Jeffries says he won’t come!’ Miss Levey,had said, turning to Miss Causton, ‘but we want a few of the seniors as guests you and Mr Mackie and Mr Weston you’re the lights of the college, you know.’ I had been quite unaware that my mental comment on her ‘ we ‘ had shown in my face she was quite twenty five, but apparently it had, for she had added, with a laugh that had struck me as contemptuous even of herself, ‘ Oh, I call myself a junior too! ‘ and had turned away. Of course I ought not to have gone, and, after I had learned of my failure in Method, I had been on the point of renewing my refusal. But then there had seized me an almost mad desire to see how much I really could endure with a smile Evie and Archie, of course, had been among the first to accept. So the very thing that ought to hav…

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Mushroom Town

Mushroom Town 1914 DEDICATION IN the following pages I have permitted myself to take a number of liberties geographical, historical, etymological, and even geological with a country for which I have con ceived a strmg affection I trust I have taken none with its beauty nor with its hospitality. It will be useless to search for Llanyglo on any map. It is neither in North Carnar vonshire, in Merioneth, nor in Lleyn. Of certain features of existing places I have made a composite, which is the MUSHOOM TOWN of this book. The kindnesses I have received in Wales during the past six years haae been innumerable indeed, much of my work has consisted of miting dorvn and not always improving things told me by one of my hosts. For this and other reasons I should like to render him such acknowledgment as a Dedication may express. Mushroom Town is therefore inscribed, in gratitude and affection, to Hamptead, 19 14 ARTHUR ASHLEY RUCK CONTENTS PART I…
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PAGE CHAPTER PAGE I THE YEAR DOT 17 I1 ITS NONAGE 31 I11 THE MINDER 46 IV Dim SAESNEG 52 V THE HAFOD UNOS . V1 THE FOOT IN THE DOOR 75 86 V11 THE MEMBER 98 V111 THELEMA 109 PART I1 I RAILHEAD…
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THE INVITATION W ELL take the little cable tram, if you like, but its not far to walk twenty minutes or so the Trwyns seven hundred feet high. Youll see the whole of the town from the top. The sun will have made the grass a little slippery, but there are paths everywhere the sheep began them, and then the visitors wore them bare. And we shall get the breeze…
. There you are Llanyglo. You see it from up here almost as the gulls and razorbills see it. The bays a fine curve, isnt it rather like a strongly blown kite string and the Promenades nearly two miles long. But as you see, the town doesnt go very far back. From the Imperial there to the railway station and the gasometers at the back isnt much more than half a mile the town seems to press down to the front just as the horses draw . the bathing vans down to the tide. Shall we sit down Heres a boulder. Its chipped all over with initials, of course so are the benches, and even the turf but youd wonder that there was a bit of wood or stone or turf left at all if you saw the crowds that come here when the Wakes are on. Its odd that you should never see anybody actually cutting them. Some of them must have taken an hour or two with a hammer and chisel, but Ive been up here count less times and never seen anybody at it yet. Yes, thats Llanyglo but look at the mountains first. This isnt the best time of the day for seeing them the morning or the evenings the best time the sun isnt far enough round yet. But sometimes, when the lights just right, they start out into folds and wrinkles almost as quickly as you could snap your fingers its quite dramatic. Foels and Moels and Pens and Nynedds, look half the North Cambrian Range. You couldnt have a better centre for motor cycle and char k banc tours than Llanyglo…
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The Tower of Oblivion

George Oliver Onions, 1873 1961 was a significant English novelist who published over forty novels and story collections.

Widdershins

It was of bloomy old red brick, and built into its walls were the crowns and clasped hands and other insignia of insurance companies long since defunct. The children of the secluded square had swung upon the low gate at the end of the entrance alley until little more than the solid top bar of it remained, and the alley itself ran past boarded baseme*nt windows on which tramps had chalked their cryptic marks.

The Beckoning Fair One

The Beckoning Fair One is sometimes called the greatest ghost story in the English language; it may well be. Certainly it is one of the questest and most beautiful supernatural tales ever written. It reminds the reader of Shirley Jackson’s ‘The Haunting of Hill House’ and that is huge praise indeed.

The story tells of British novelist Paul Oleron, who lives restlessly in cramped quarters, looking as writers do for some way not to work on the project at hand. That is when he sees a vast and beautiful old house for rent. He takes the first floor and moves in. When his friend Elsie Benbough comes to visit, weirdness begins. The house, it seems, does not like Elsie and begins to inflict minor but mean spirited injuries upon her. Feeling the presence of something evil, she warns Oleron that he will never be able to work there. But Oleron is entranced…
and then in love…
and soon obsessed…
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