by Anthony Trollope
John Munroe Bell had been a lawyer in Albany, State of New York, and as such had thriven well. He had thriven well as long as thrift and thriving on this earth had been allowed to him. … Read the rest
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The House of Heine Brothers
by Anthony Trollope
The house of Heine Brothers, in Munich, was of good repute at the time of which I am about to tell,–a time not long ago; and is so still, I trust. It was of good repute in … Read the rest
The Man Who Kept His Money in a Box
by Anthony Trollope
I first saw the man who kept his money in a box in the midst of the ravine of the Via Mala. I interchanged a few words with him or with his wife at the hospice, at … Read the rest
The Fixed Period
The Warden
Aaron Trow
by Anthony Trollope
I would wish to declare, at the beginning of this story, that I shall never regard that cluster of islets which we call Bermuda as the Fortunate Islands of the ancients. Do not let professional geographers take … Read the rest
An Unprotected Female at the Pyramids
by Anthony Trollope
In the happy days when we were young, no description conveyed to us so complete an idea of mysterious reality as that of an Oriental city. We knew it was actually there, but had such vague notions … Read the rest
A Ride Across Palestine
by Anthony Trollope
Circumstances took me to the Holy Land without a companion, and compelled me to visit Bethany, the Mount of Olives, and the Church of the Sepulchre alone. I acknowledge myself to be a gregarious animal, or, perhaps, … Read the rest
George Walker at Suez
by Anthony Trollope
Of all the spots on the world’s surface that I, George Walker, of Friday Street, London, have ever visited, Suez in Egypt, at the head of the Red Sea, is by far the vilest, the most unpleasant, … Read the rest