narratives

evergreen classics

Thrawn Janet

The Reverend Murdoch Soulis was long minister of the moorland parish of Balweary, in the vale of Dule. A severe, bleak-faced old man, dreadful to his hearers, he dwelt in the last years of his life, without relative or servant…

Will o’the Mill

CHAPTER I. THE PLAIN AND THE STARS. The Mill here Will lived with his adopted parents stood in a falling valley between pinewoods and great mountains. Above, hill after hill, soared upwards until they soared out of the depth of…

The Body Snatcher

EVERY night in the year, four of us sat in the small parlour of the George at Debenham – the undertaker, and the landlord, and Fettes, and myself. Sometimes there would be more; but blow high, blow low, come rain…

The Overcoat

In the department of — but it is better not to mention the department. There is nothing more irritable than departments, regiments, courts of justice, and, in a word, every branch of public service. Each individual attached to them nowadays…

The Queen of Spades

AT the house of Naroumov, a cav­alry of­fi­cer, the long win­ter night had been passed in gam­bling. At five in the morn­ing break­fast was served to the weary play­ers. The win­ners ate with rel­ish; the losers, on the con­trary, pushed…

Lebedyan

One of the prin­ci­pal ad­van­tages of hunt­ing, my dear read­ers, con­sists in its forc­ing you to be con­stantly mov­ing from place to place, which is highly agree­able for a man of no oc­cu­pa­tion. It is true that some­times, es­pe­cially in…

Byezhin Prairie

 It was a glo­ri­ous July day, one of those days which only come after many days of fine weather. From ear­li­est morn­ing the sky is clear; the sun­rise does not glow with fire; it is suf­fused with a soft roseate…

Mateo Falcone

On leav­ing Porto-Vec­chio from the north­west and di­rect­ing his steps to­wards the in­te­rior of the is­land, the trav­eller will no­tice that the land rises rapidly, and after three hours’ walk­ing over tor­tu­ous paths ob­structed by great masses of rock and…