Revelation 21:9　　1　　NIGHT FELL CLEAN and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air. Gusts shook old windowpanes and sounded like spirits rushing past as I rearranged pillows one more time, finally resting on my back in a snarl of Irish linen. But sleep would not touch me, and images from the day returned. I saw bodies without limbs or heads, and sat up, sweating.　I switched on lamps, and the Shelbourne Hotel was suddenly around me in a warm glow of rich old woods and deep red plaids. I put on a robe, my eyes lingering on the phone by my fitfully-slept-in bed. It was almost two A.M. In Richmond, Virginia, it would be five hours earlier, and 　

Chapter VI of Volume III (Chap. 48)THE whole party were in hopes of a letter from Mr. Bennet the next morning, but the post came in without bringing a single line from him. His family knew him to be, on all common occasions, a most negligent and dilatory correspondent, but at such a time they had hoped for exertion. They were forced to conclude that he had no pleasing intelligence to send, but even of that they would have been glad to be certain. Mr. Gardiner had waited only for the letters before he set off.When he was gone, they were certain at least of receiving constant information of what was going on, and their uncle promised, at parting, to prevail on Mr. Bennet to return to Longbour　

Prayers Written At VailimaPrayers Written AtVailimaRobert Louis Stevenson1- Page 2-Prayers Written At VailimaINTRODUCTIONIn every Samoan household the day is closed with prayer and thesinging of hymns. The omission of this sacred duty would indicate, notonly a lack of religious training in the house chief, but a shamelessdisregard of all that is reputable in Samoan social life. No doubt, to many,...　

The Diary of an Old SoulThe Diary of an Old Soulby George MacDonald1- Page 2-The Diary of an Old SoulDEDICATIONSweet friends, receive my offering. You will find Against each wordedpage a white page set: This is the mirror of each friendly mindReflecting that. In this book we are met. Make it, dear hearts, of worth toyou indeed: Let your white page be ground, my print be seed, Growingto golden ears, that faith and hope shall feed.YOUR OLD SOUL...　

Stories To Tell ChildrenStories To Tell Children1- Page 2-Stories To Tell ChildrenConcerning the fundamental points of method in telling a story, I havelittle to add to the principles which I have already stated as necessary, inmy opinion, in the book of which this is, in a way, the continuation. But inthe two years which have passed since that book was written, I have hadthe happiness of working on stories and the telling of them, amongteachers and students all over this country, and in that experience certain...　

PersuasionJane Austen- Page 2-ELECBOOK CLASSICSebc0046. Jane Austen: PersuasionThis file is free for individual use only. It must not be altered or resold.Organisations wishing to use it must first obtain a licence.Low cost licenses are available. Contact us through our web site(C) The Electric Book Co 1998The Electric Book Company Ltd20 Cambridge Drive, London SE12 8AJ, UK+44 (0)181 488 3872 www.elecbook- Page 3-Jane Austen: Persuasion 3...　

King Henry VI, Part 2King Henry VI, Part 2William Shakespeare1- Page 2-King Henry VI, Part 2ACT I.2- Page 3-King Henry VI, Part 2SCENE I. London. The palaceFlourish of trumpets; then hautboys.Enter the KING, DUKEHUMPHREY OF GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, andCARDINAL BEAUFORT, on the one side; the QUEEN, SUFFOLK,YORK, SOMERSET, and BUCKINGHAM, on the otherSUFFOLK. As by your high imperial Majesty I had in charge at my...　

Castle RackrentCastle RackrentBy Maria Edgeworth1- Page 2-Castle RackrentINTRODUCTIONIThe story of the Edgeworth Family, if it were properly told, should beas long as the ARABIAN NIGHTS themselves; the thousand and onecheerful intelligent members of the circle, the amusing friends andrelations, the charming surroundings, the cheerful hospitable home, all goto make up an almost unique history of a county family of great parts and...　

THE EVOLUTION OF MODERN MEDICINETHE EVOLUTION OFMODERN MEDICINEA SERIES OF LECTURES DELIVERED AT YALEUNIVERSITY ON THE SILLIMAN FOUNDATION IN APRIL, 1913by WILLIAM OSLER1- Page 2-THE EVOLUTION OF MODERN MEDICINETHE SILLIMAN FOUNDATIONIN the year 1883 a legacy of eighty thousand dollars was left to thePresident and Fellows of Yale College in the city of New Haven, to beheld in trust, as a gift from her children, in memory of their beloved and...　

CHARLOTTE TEMPLECHARLOTTE TEMPLEBY SUSANNA HASWELL ROWSON1- Page 2-CHARLOTTE TEMPLEPREFACE.FOR the perusal of the young and thoughtless of the fair sex, this Taleof Truth is designed; and I could wish my fair readers to consider it as notmerely the effusion of Fancy, but as a reality. The circumstances on whichI have founded this novel were related to me some little time since by anold lady who had personally known Charlotte, though she concealed thereal names of the characters, and likewise the place where the unfortunate...　

　　　　The Treloar Building was, and is, on Olive Street, near Sixth, on the west side. The sidewalk in front of it had been built of black and white rubber blocks. They were taking them up now to give to the government, and a hatless pale man with a face like a building superintendent was watching the work and looking as if it was breaking his heart.　　I went past him through an arcade of specialty shops into a vast black and gold lobby. The Gillerlain pany was on the seventh floor, in front, behind swinging double plate glass doors bound in platinum. Their reception room had Chinese rugs, dull silver walls, angular but elaborate furniture, sharp shiny bits of abstract sculpture on pedestals a　

The Amateur Cracksmanby E. W. HornungTO A. C. D. THIS FORM OF FLATTERYTHE AMATEUR CRACKSMANTHE IDES OF MARCHIIt was half-past twelve when I returned to the Albany as a last desperate resort. The scene of my disaster was much as I had left it. The baccarat-counters still strewed the table, with the empty glasses and the loaded ash-trays. A window had been opened to let the smoke out, and was letting in the fog instead. Raffles himself had merely discarded his dining jacket for one of his innumerable blazers. Yet he arched his eyebrows as though I had dragged him from his bed."Forgotten something?" said he, when he saw me on his mat."No," said I, pushing past him without ceremony. And I