CHAPTER EIGHT The Coming of the Black Stone I came down to breakfast next morning, after eight hours of blessed dreamless sleep, to find Sir Walter decoding a telegram in the midst of muffins and...
CHAPTER SEVEN The Dry-Fly Fisherman I sat down on a hill-top and took stock of my position. I wasn't feeling very happy, for my natural thankfulness at my escape was clouded by my severe...
BOOK ONE THE COMING OF THE MARTIANS CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE EXODUS FROM LONDON So you understand the roaring wave of fear that swept through the greatest city in the world just as Monday was dawning--the...
CHAPTER 27 Poor Jurgis was now an outcast and a tramp once more. He was crippled--he was as literally crippled as any wild animal which has lost its claws, or been torn out of its shell. He had been...
CHAPTER 24 In the face of all his handicaps, Jurgis was obliged to make the price of a lodging, and of a drink every hour or two, under penalty of freezing to death. Day after day he roamed about in...
CHAPTER X Part 1 CLARA WHEN he was twenty-three years old, Paul sent in a landscape to the winter exhibition at Nottingham Castle. Miss Jordan had taken a good deal of interest in him, and invited him...
CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH IN PERSPECTIVE Part 1 About four years and a quarter later--to be exact, it was four years and four months-- Mr. and Mrs. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet...
The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton CHAPTER X. The next day he persuaded May to escape for a walk in the Park after luncheon. As was the custom in old-fashioned Episcopalian New York, she usually...
The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton CHAPTER XVII. "Your cousin the Countess called on mother while you were away," Janey Archer announced to her brother on the evening of his...
The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton CHAPTER I. On a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York. Though there was already talk...