by Adelaide Ann Proctor
VERSE: A LEGEND OF PROVENCE
The lights extinguished, by the hearth I leant, Half weary with a
listless discontent. The flickering giant-shadows, gathering n...
by Eden Phillpotts
CHAPTER I
THE HOUSE PARTY
The piers of the main entrance of Chadlands were of red brick, and upon
each reposed a mighty sphere of grey granite. Behind them stret...
By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
CHAPTER 1 The Science of Deduction
Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantel- piece and
his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco c...