by George Gissing
From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906).
It was market day in the little town; at one o’clock a rustic company besieged the table of the Greyhound, lured by savoury odours and the frothing of … Read the rest
From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906).
It was market day in the little town; at one o’clock a rustic company besieged the table of the Greyhound, lured by savoury odours and the frothing of … Read the rest
From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906).
CHAPTER I
On a summer afternoon two surly men sat together in a London lodging. One of them occupied an easy-chair, smoked a cigarette, and read the newspaper; … Read the rest
Human Odds and Ends: Stories and Sketches (1898)
The ordinary West-End Londoner–who is a citizen of no city at all, but dwells amid a mere conglomerate of houses at a certain distance from Charing Cross–has known a … Read the rest
From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906).
It was not easy for Mr. Daffy to leave his shop for the whole day, but an urgent affair called him to London, and he breakfasted early in … Read the rest
From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906).
Strong and silent the tide of Thames flowed upward, and over it swept the morning tide of humanity. Through white autumnal mist yellow sunbeams flitted from shore to … Read the rest
From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906).
For a score of years the Rocketts had kept the lodge of Brent Hall. In the beginning Rockett was head gardener; his wife, the daughter of a shopkeeper, … Read the rest
From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906).
Harvey Munden had settled himself in a corner of the club smoking-room, with a cigar and a review. At eleven o’clock on a Saturday morning in August he … Read the rest
From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906).
It was in the drawing-room, after dinner. Mrs. Charman, the large and kindly hostess, sank into a chair beside her little friend Mrs. Loring, and sighed a question.… Read the rest
From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906).
It was twenty years ago, and on an evening in May. All day long there had been sunshine. Owing, doubtless, to the incident I am about to relate, … Read the rest
From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906).
‘Farmiloe. Chemist by Examination.’ So did the good man proclaim himself to a suburb of a city in the West of England. It was one of those pretty, … Read the rest