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(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 1 | My attention was drawn to the spots on my chest when I was in my bath, singing, if I remember rightly, the Toreador song from the opera Carmen. They were pink in colour, rather like the first faint flush of dawn, and I viewed them with concern. I am not a fussy man, but I do object to being freckled like a pard, as I o... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 2 | Whatever these bimbos were protesting about, it was obviously something they were taking to heart rather. By the time I had got into their midst not a few of them had decided that animal cries were insufficient to meet the case and were saying it with bottles and brickbats, and the police who were present in considerab... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 3 | In spite of being held up by the protest march I was a bit early for my appointment, and was informed on arrival that the medicine man was tied up for the moment with another gentleman. I took a seat and was flitting idly through the pages of an Illustrated London News of the previous December when the door of E. Jimps... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 4 | I left for Maiden Eggesford a couple of days later in the old two-seater. Jeeves had gone on ahead with the luggage and would be there to greet me on my arrival, no doubt all braced and refreshed from communing with his aunt.
It was in jocund mood that I set forth. There were rather more astigmatic loonies sharing the... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 5 | I headed for the cottage, where I had left the car. By the time I got there I should have done three miles of foot-slogging and I proposed to give the leg muscles a bit of time off, and if E. Jimpson Murgatroyd didn't like it, let him eat cake.
I was particularly anxious to get together with Jeeves and hear what he ha... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 6 | The afternoon had now hotted up to quite a marked extent, and what with a substantial lunch and several beakers of port I was more or less in the condition a python gets into after its mid-day meal. A certain drowsiness had stolen over me, so much so that twice in the course of my narrative the aged r. had felt compell... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 7 | These parting remarks of O. Porter gave me, as may readily be imagined, considerable food for thought. There happened at the moment to be no passers-by, but if any passers had been by, they would have noticed that my brow was knitted and the eyes a bit glazed. This always happens when you are turning things over in you... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 8 | I found him in the private bar having a gin and ginger ale. His face, never much to write home about, was rendered even less of a feast for the eye by a dark scowl. His spirits were plainly at their lowest ebb, as so often happens when Sundered Heart A is feeling that the odds against his clicking with Sundered Heart B... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 9 | At five minutes to three on the following afternoon I had girded my loins and was preparing to iris out, when Vanessa Cook arrived. The sight of me appeared to displease her. She frowned as if I were something that didn't smell just right, and said:
'Haven't you gone yet?'
I considered this a shade brusque, even for ... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 10 | You would have expected this to have drawn some comment from me such as 'Oh, my God!' or 'You'll be my What?', but I remained sotto voce and the silent tomb, my eyes bulging like those of the fellows I've heard Jeeves mention, who looked at each other with a wild surmise, silent upon a peak in Darien.
The thing had co... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 11 | I am not, I think, an irascible man, particularly in my dealings with the gentler sex, but when every ruddy female you meet bellows 'Has he brought it yet?' at you, it does something to your aplomb. I gave her a look which I suppose no nephew should have given an aunt, and it was with no little asperity that I said:
'... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 12 | The reason why the blood froze in my v. needs little explanation. The dullest eye could have perceived the delicacy of my position. With the cat practically vis-à-vis as you might say and Plank among those present, my predicament was that of a member of the criminal classes who has got away with the Maharajah's ruby an... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 13 | One of the questions put to me when I won that Scripture Knowledge prize at my private school was, I recall, 'What do you know of the deaf adder?', and my grip on Holy Writ enabled me to reply correctly that it stopped its ears and would not hear the voice of the charmer, charm he never so wisely, and after my session ... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 14 | As always when I tell him I'm engaged to be married, he betrayed no emotion, continuing to look as if he had been stuffed by a good taxidermist. It is not his place, he would say if you asked him, to go beyond the basic formalities on these occasions.
'Indeed, sir?' he said.
Usually this about covers it, and I don't ... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 15 | She was accompanied by a dog of about the size of a young elephant, yellow in colour and with large ears sticking up, with whom I would willingly have fraternized, but after drinking in the delicious scent of my trouser legs for a brief moment it saw something out in the street which aroused its interest and left us.
... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 16 | Anybody not in possession of the facts would probably have been appalled at my rashness in placing myself within disembowelling range of Orlo Porter, feeling that I was tempting fate, and in about two ticks would be wishing I hadn't.
But I, strong in the knowledge that Orlo P. had been reduced to the level of a fifth-... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 17 | I was more to be pitied than censured, mind you, for quailing a bit in the circs. A touch of the wee sleekit cowering beastie is unavoidable when you're up against it as I was. I remember once when I was faced with the task of defying my Aunt Agatha and stoutly refusing to put up her son Thos at my flat for his mid-ter... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 18 | I should have to check with Jeeves, but I think the word to describe the way I slept that night is 'fitfully'. I turned and twisted like an adagio dancer, and no wonder, for what I have heard Jeeves call 'the fell clutch of circumstance' which was clutching me was not the ordinary fell clutch which can be wriggled out ... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 19 | I have always rather prided myself on being a good host, putting visitors at their ease with debonair smiles and courteous wisecracks, but I am compelled to admit that at the sight of these two I didn't come within a mile of doing so, and the best I could do in the way of wisecracks was a hoarse cry like that of a Peki... |
(Jeeves 15) Aunts Aren't Gentlemen | P. G. Wodehouse | [
"humor"
] | Chapter 20 | It was about a week after we had fetched up in New York that coming to the breakfast table one morning, rejoicing in my youth if I remember rightly, I found a letter with an English stamp lying by my plate. Not recognizing the writing, I pushed it aside, intending to get at it later after I had fortified myself with a ... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 1 | The company, ushered by a disapproving butler into the yellow saloon of Sir Richard Wyndham's house in St James's Square, comprised two ladies and one reluctant gentleman. The gentleman, who was not much above thirty years of age, but sadly inclined to fat, seemed to feel the butler's disapproval, for upon that dignifi... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 2 | Lord Saar lived in Brook Street with his wife, and his family of two sons and four daughters. Sir Richard Wyndham, driving to his prospective father-in-law's house twenty-four hours after his interview with his own parent, was fortunate enough to find Saar away from home, and Lady Saar, the butler informed him, on her ... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 3 | As no argument produced the least effect on Sir Richard's suddenly reckless mood, Miss Creed abandoned her conscientious attempt to dissuade him from accompanying her on her journey, and owned that his protection would be welcome. 'It is not that I am afraid to go by myself,' she explained, 'but, to tell you the truth,... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 4 | The man of fashion, at that precise moment, was sleeping heavily in one corner of a huge green-and-gold Accommodation coach, swaying and rocking on its ponderous way to Bristol. The hour was two in the afternoon, the locality Calcot Green, west of Reading and the dreams troubling the repose of the man of fashion were e... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 5 | His trust was soon seen to have been misplaced, for after a few minutes the landlord came into the room, to ask apologetically whether the noble gentleman would object to giving up one of his rooms to another traveller. 'I told him as how your honour had bespoke both bedchambers, but he is very wishful to get a lodging... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 6 | Pen let the necklace slip through her fingers on to the table. 'You mean that he stole it, and then—and then put it in my pocket? But, sir, this is terrible! Why—why, that Runner will next come after us!'
'I think it more likely that Mr Yarde will come after us.'
'Good God!' Pen said, quite pale with dismay. 'What ar... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 7 | The spinney down the road, referred to by Beverley in his assignation with Captain Trimble, was not hard to locate. A careless question put to one of the ostlers elicited the information that it formed part of the grounds of Crome Hall. Leaving Pen to keep a sharp look-out for signs of an invasion by her relatives, Sir... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 8 | The Griffins did not leave Queen Charlton until the cool of the afternoon, and by the time he saw their chaise off the premises of the George, Sir Richard was heartily sick of the company of surely one of his most devout worshippers. No sign was seen of Pen, who had no doubt fled the house upon the Griffins' arrival. W... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 9 | Having got rid of Piers Luttrell, who, after peering at his watch surreptitiously, and several times looking about him as though in the expectation of seeing someone hiding amongst the trees, went off, rather relieved but much bewildered, Sir Richard walked away to rejoin Pen and the unknown lady. He found only Pen, se... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 10 | The effect of this confession upon Pen was not quite what Miss Daubenay had expected. She gasped, choked, and went off into a peal of laughter. Affronted, Miss Daubenay said: 'I don't see what there is to laugh at!'
'No, I dare say you don't,' said Pen, mopping her eyes. 'But it is excessively amusing for all that. Wh... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 11 | They stood staring at one another. The gentleman found his voice first, but only to repeat in accents of still deeper amazement: 'Pen! Pen Creed?'
'Yes, indeed I am!' Pen assured him, keeping the table between them.
His fists unclenched. 'But—but what are you doing here? And in those clothes? I don't understand!'
'W... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 12 | Miss Creed and Mr Luttrell, partaking of midday refreshment in Keynsham's best inn, and exhaustively discussing the details of the elopement, were neither of them troubled by doubts of the wisdom of the gentleman's whisking his betrothed off to Scotland at a moment when that lady had become entangled in a case of murde... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 13 | Having fortified himself from the decanter, Cedric sighed, and shook his head. 'No use, it still seems devilish odd to me. Females don't drop out of windows.'
'Well, I didn't drop out precisely. I climbed out, because I was escaping from my relations.'
'I've often wanted to escape from mine, but I never thought of cl... |
The Corinthian | Georgette Heyer | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"regency"
] | Chapter 14 | Sir Richard Wyndham was not an early riser, but he was roused from sleep at an unconscionably early hour upon the morning of Pen's flight by the boots, who came into his room with a small pile of his linen, which had been laundered in the inn, and his top-boots, and told him diffidently that he was wanted belowstairs.
... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 1 | There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise w... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 2 | I resisted all the way: a new thing for me, and a circumstance which greatly strengthened the bad opinion Bessie and Miss Abbot were disposed to entertain of me. The fact is, I was a trifle beside myself; or, rather, out of myself, as the French would say; I was conscious that a moment's mutiny had already rendered me ... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 3 | The next thing I remember is, waking up with a feeling as if I had had a frightful nightmare, and seeing before me a terrible red glare, crossed with thick, black bars. I heard voices, too, speaking with a hollow sound, and as if muffled by a rush of wind or water; agitation, uncertainty, and an all-predominating sense... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 4 | From my discourse with Mr. Lloyd, and from the above-reported conference between Bessie and Abbot, I gathered enough of hope to suffice as a motive for wishing to get well: a change seemed near—I desired and waited it in silence. It tarried, however; days and weeks passed; I had regained my normal state of health, but ... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 5 | Five o'clock had hardly struck on the morning of the 19th January, when Bessie brought a candle into my closet and found me already up and nearly dressed. I had risen half an hour before her entrance, and had washed my face and put on my clothes by the light of a half-moon just setting, whose ray streamed through the n... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 6 | The next day commenced as before, getting up and dressing by rushlight: but this morning we were obliged to dispense with the ceremony of washing: the water in the pitchers was frozen. A change had taken place in the weather the preceding evening, and a keen north-east wind, whistling through the crevices of our bedroo... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 7 | My first quarter at Lowood seemed an age; and not the golden age, either: it comprised an irksome struggle with difficulties in habituating myself to new rules and unwonted tasks. The fear of failure in these points harassed me worse than the physical hardships of my lot; though these were no trifles.
During January, ... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 8 | Ere the half-hour ended, five o'clock struck; school was dismissed, and all were gone into the refectory to tea. I now ventured to descend; it was deep dusk; I retired into a corner and sat down on the floor. The spell by which I had been so far supported began to dissolve; reaction took place, and soon, so overwhelmin... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 9 | But the privations, or, rather, the hardships, of Lowood, lessened. Spring drew on; she was, indeed, already come; the frosts of winter had ceased; its snows were melted; its cutting winds ameliorated. My wretched feet, flayed and swelled to lameness by the sharp air of January, began to heal and subside under the gend... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 10 | Hitherto I have recorded in detail the events of my insignificant existence. To the first ten years of my life, I have given almost as many chapters. But this is not to be a regular autobiography; I am only bound to invoke memory where I know her responses will possess some degree of interest; therefore I now pass a sp... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 11 | Anew chapter in a novel is something like a new scene in a play; and when I draw up the curtain this time, reader, you must fancy you see a room in the George Inn, at Millcote, with such large-figured papering on the walls as inn rooms have; such a carpet, such furniture, such ornaments on the mantel-piece, such prints... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 12 | The promise of a smooth career, which my first calm introduction to Thornfield Hall seemed to pledge, was not belied on a longer acquaintance with the place and its inmates. Mrs. Fairfax turned out to be what she appeared, a placid-tempered, kind-natured woman, of competent education and average intelligence. My pupil ... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 13 | Mr. Rochester, it seems, by the surgeon's orders, went to bed early that night; nor did he rise soon next morning. When he did come down, it was to attend to business; his agent and some of his tenants were arrived, and waiting to speak with him.
Adèle and I had now to vacate the library; it would be in daily requisit... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 14 | For several subsequent days I saw little of Mr. Rochester. In the mornings he seemed much engaged with business, and in the afternoon, gentlemen from Millcote or the neighborhood called, and sometimes stayed to dine with him. When his sprain was well enough to admit of horse exercise, he rode out a good deal, probably ... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 15 | Mr. Rochester did, on a future occasion, explain it.
It was one afternoon, when he chanced to meet me and Adèle in the grounds, and while she played with Pilot and her shuttlecock, he asked me to walk up and down a long beech avenue within sight of her.
He then said that she was the daughter of a French opera dancer,... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 16 | I both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which followed this sleepless night; I wanted to hear his voice again, yet feared to meet his eye. During the early part of the morning, I momentarily expected his coming. He was not in the frequent habit of entering the schoolroom; but he did step in for a few m... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 17 | A week passed, and no news arrived of Mr. Rochester; ten days, and still he did not come. Mrs. Fairfax said she should not be surprised if he were to go straight from the Leas to London, and thence to the continent, and not show his face again at Thornfield for a year to come; he had not unfrequently quitted it in a ma... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 18 | Merry days were these at Thornfield Hall, and busy days too; how different from the first three months of stillness, monotony, and solitude, I had passed beneath its roof! All sad feelings seemed now driven from the house, all gloomy associations forgotten; there was life everywhere, movement all day long. You could no... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 19 | The library looked tranquil enough as I entered it, and the sibyl—if sibyl she were—was seated snugly enough in an easy-chair at the chimney-corner. She had on a red cloak and a black bonnet, or, rather, a broad-brimmed gypsy hat, tied down with a striped handkerchief under her chin. An extinguished candle stood on the... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 20 | I had forgotten to draw my curtain, which I usually did, and also to let down my window-blind. The consequence was, that when the moon, which was full and bright (for the night was fine), came in her course to that space in the sky opposite my casement, and looked in at me through the unveiled panes, her glorious gaze ... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 21 | Presentiments are strange things! and so are sympathies, and so are signs; and the three combined make one mystery to which humanity has not yet found the key. I never laughed at presentiments in my life, because I have had strange ones of my own. Sympathies, I believe, exist (for instance, between far-distant, long-ab... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 22 | Mr. Rochester had given me but one week's leave of absence; yet a month elapsed before I quitted Gateshead. I wished to leave immediately after the funeral, but Georgiana entreated me to stay till she could get off to London—whither she was now at last invited by her uncle, Mr. Gibson, who had come down to direct his s... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 23 | A splendid midsummer shone over England; skies so pure, suns so radiant, as were then seen in long succession, seldom favor, even singly, our wave-girt land. It was as if a band of Italian days had come from the south, like a flock of glorious passenger-birds, and lighted to rest them on the cliffs of Albion. The hay w... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 24 | As I rose and dressed, I thought over what had happened, and wondered if it were a dream. I could not be certain of the reality till I had seen Mr. Rochester again, and heard him renew his words of love and promise.
While arranging my hair, I looked at my face in the glass, and felt it was no longer plain; there was h... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 25 | The month of courtship had wasted; its very last hours were being numbered. There was no putting off the day that advanced—the bridal day; and all preparations for its arrival were complete. I, at least, had nothing more to do. There were my trunks, packed, locked, corded, ranged in a row along the wall of my little ch... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 26 | Sophie came at seven to dress me; she was very long indeed in accomplishing her task, so long that Mr. Rochester, grown, I suppose, impatient of my delay, sent up to ask why I did not come. She was just fastening my veil (the plain square of blond, after all) to my hair with a brooch; I hurried from under her hands as ... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 27 | Some time in the afternoon I raised my head, and looking round and seeing the westering sun gilding the sign of its decline on the wall, I asked, "What am I to do?"
But the answer my mind gave—"Leave Thornfield at once"—was so prompt, so dread, that I stopped my ears; I said, I could not bear such words now. "That I a... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 28 | Two days are passed. It is a summer evening; the coachman has set me down at a place called Whitcross; he could take me no further for the sum I had given, and I was not possessed of another shilling in the world. The coach is a mile off by this time; I am alone. At this moment I discover that I forgot to take my parce... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 29 | The recollection of about three days and nights succeeding this is very dim in my mind. I can recall some sensations felt in that interval; but few thoughts framed, and no actions performed. I knew I was in a small room, and in a narrow bed. To that bed I seemed to have grown. I lay on it motionless as a stone; and to ... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 30 | The more I knew of the inmates of Moor House, the better I liked them. In a few days I had so far recovered my health that I could sit up all day, and walk out sometimes. I could join with Diana and Mary in all their occupations; converse with them as much as they wished, and aid them when and where they would allow me... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 31 | My home, then—when I at last find a home—is a cottage; a little room with white-washed walls and a sanded floor, containing four painted chairs and a table, a clock, a cupboard, with two or three plates and dishes, and a set of tea-things in delf. Above, a chamber of the same dimensions as the kitchen, with a deal-beds... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 32 | I continued the labors of the village school as actively and faithfully as I could. It was truly hard work at first. Some time elapsed before, with all my efforts, I could comprehend my scholars and their nature. Wholly untaught, with faculties quite torpid, they seemed to me hopelessly dull; and, at first sight, all d... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 33 | When Mr. St. John went, it was beginning to snow; the whirling storm continued all night. The next day a keen wind brought fresh and blinding falls; by twilight the valley was drifted up and almost impassable. I had closed my shutter, laid a mat to the door to prevent the snow from blowing in under it, trimmed my fire,... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 34 | It was near Christmas by the time all was settled; the season of general holiday approached. I now closed Morton school, taking care that the parting should not be barren on my side. Good fortune opens the hand as well as the heart wonderfully; and to give somewhat when we have largely received, is but to afford a vent... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 35 | He did not leave for Cambridge the next day, as he had said he would. He deferred his departure a whole week; and during that time he made me feel what severe punishment a good, yet stern—a conscientious, yet implacable man can inflict on one who has offended him. Without one overt act of hostility, one upbraiding word... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 36 | The daylight came. I rose at dawn. I busied myself for an hour or two with arranging my things in my chamber, drawers, and wardrobe, in the order wherein I should wish to leave them during a brief absence. Meantime, I heard St. John quit his room. He stopped at my door; I feared he would knock—no, but a slip of paper w... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 37 | The manor-house of Ferndean was a building of considerable antiquity, moderate size, and no architectural pretensions, deep buried in a wood. I had heard of it before. Mr. Rochester often spoke of it, and sometimes went there. His father had purchased the estate for the sake of the game covers. He would have let the ho... |
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | [
"romance",
"historical fiction",
"gothic"
] | Conclusion | Reader, I married him. A quiet wedding we had; he and I, the parson and clerk, were alone present. When we got back from church, I went into the kitchen of the manor-house, where Mary was cooking the dinner and John cleaning the knives, and I said:
"Mary, I have been married to Mr. Rochester this morning." The houseke... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 1 | 1801.—I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 2 | Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights. On coming up from dinner, however, (N.B.—I dine between twelve and one o'clock; the housekeeper, a matronly lady, taken as a fixture along with the house, could not, o... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 3 | While leading the way upstairs, she recommended that I should hide the candle, and not make a noise; for her master had an odd notion about the chamber she would put me in, and never let anybody lodge there willingly. I asked the reason. She did not know, she answered: she had only lived there a year or two; and they h... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 5 | I began to nod drowsily over the dim page: my eye wandered from manuscript to print. I saw a red ornamented title—"Seventy Times Seven, and the First of the Seventy–First." A Pious Discourse delivered by the Reverend Jabez Branderham, in the Chapel of Gimmerden Sough.' And while I was, half–consciously, worrying my bra... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 6 | What vain weathercocks we are! I, who had determined to hold myself independent of all social intercourse, and thanked my stars that, at length, I had lighted on a spot where it was next to impracticable—I, weak wretch, after maintaining till dusk a struggle with low spirits and solitude, was finally compelled to strik... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 7 | In the course of time Mr. Earnshaw began to fail. He had been active and healthy, yet his strength left him suddenly; and when he was confined to the chimney–corner he grew grievously irritable. A nothing vexed him; and suspected slights of his authority nearly threw him into fits. This was especially to be remarked if... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 8 | Mr. Hindley came home to the funeral; and—a thing that amazed us, and set the neighbours gossiping right and left—he brought a wife with him. What she was, and where she was born, he never informed us: probably, she had neither money nor name to recommend her, or he would scarcely have kept the union from his father.
... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 9 | Cathy stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks: till Christmas. By that time her ankle was thoroughly cured, and her manners much improved. The mistress visited her often in the interval, and commenced her plan of reform by trying to raise her self–respect with fine clothes and flattery, which she took readily; so that,... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 10 | Thus interrupting herself, the housekeeper rose, and proceeded to lay aside her sewing; but I felt incapable of moving from the hearth, and I was very far from nodding. "Sit still, Mrs. Dean," I cried; "do sit still another half–hour. You've done just right to tell the story leisurely. That is the method I like; and yo... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 11 | On the morning of a fine June day my first bonny little nursling, and the last of the ancient Earnshaw stock, was born. We were busy with the hay in a far–away field, when the girl that usually brought our breakfasts came running an hour too soon across the meadow and up the lane, calling me as she ran.
"Oh, such a gr... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 12 | He entered, vociferating oaths dreadful to hear; and caught me in the act of stowing his son sway in the kitchen cupboard. Hareton was impressed with a wholesome terror of encountering either his wild beast's fondness or his madman's rage; for in one he ran a chance of being squeezed and kissed to death, and in the oth... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 13 | At this point of the housekeeper's story she chanced to glance towards the time–piece over the chimney; and was in amazement on seeing the minute–hand measure half–past one. She would not hear of staying a second longer: in truth, I felt rather disposed to defer the sequel of her narrative myself. And now that she is v... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 14 | I got Miss Catherine and myself to Thrushcross Grange; and, to my agreeable disappointment, she behaved infinitely better than I dared to expect. She seemed almost over–fond of Mr. Linton; and even to his sister she showed plenty of affection. They were both very attentive to her comfort, certainly. It was not the thor... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 15 | Sometimes, while meditating on these things in solitude, I've got up in a sudden terror, and put on my bonnet to go see how all was at the farm. I've persuaded my conscience that it was a duty to warn him how people talked regarding his ways; and then I've recollected his confirmed bad habits, and, hopeless of benefiti... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 16 | While Miss Linton moped about the park and garden, always silent, and almost always in tears; and her brother shut himself up among books that he never opened—wearying, I guessed, with a continual vague expectation that Catherine, repenting her conduct, would come of her own accord to ask pardon, and seek a reconciliat... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 17 | For two months the fugitives remained absent; in those two months, Mrs. Linton encountered and conquered the worst shock of what was denominated a brain fever. No mother could have nursed an only child more devotedly than Edgar tended her. Day and night he was watching, and patiently enduring all the annoyances that ir... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 18 | DEAR ELLEN, it begins,—I came last night to Wuthering Heights, and heard, for the first time, that Catherine has been, and is yet, very ill. I must not write to her, I suppose, and my brother is either too angry or too distressed to answer what I sent him. Still, I must write to somebody, and the only choice left me is... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 19 | As soon as I had perused this epistle I went to the master, and informed him that his sister had arrived at the Heights, and sent me a letter expressing her sorrow for Mrs. Linton's situation, and her ardent desire to see him; with a wish that he would transmit to her, as early as possible, some token of forgiveness by... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 20 | Another week over—and I am so many days nearer health, and spring! I have now heard all my neighbour's history, at different sittings, as the housekeeper could spare time from more important occupations. I'll continue it in her own words, only a little condensed. She is, on the whole, a very fair narrator, and I don't ... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 21 | About twelve o'clock that night was born the Catherine you saw at Wuthering Heights: a puny, seven–months' child; and two hours after the mother died, having never recovered sufficient consciousness to miss Heathcliff, or know Edgar. The latter's distraction at his bereavement is a subject too painful to be dwelt on; i... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 22 | That Friday made the last of our fine days for a month. In the evening the weather broke: the wind shifted from south to north–east, and brought rain first, and then sleet and snow. On the morrow one could hardly imagine that there had been three weeks of summer: the primroses and crocuses were hidden under wintry drif... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 23 | The twelve years, continued Mrs. Dean, following that dismal period were the happiest of my life: my greatest troubles in their passage rose from our little lady's trifling illnesses, which she had to experience in common with all children, rich and poor. For the rest, after the first six months, she grew like a larch,... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 24 | A letter, edged with black, announced the day of my master's return, Isabella was dead; and he wrote to bid me get mourning for his daughter, and arrange a room, and other accommodations, for his youthful nephew. Catherine ran wild with joy at the idea of welcoming her father back; and indulged most sanguine anticipati... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 25 | To obviate the danger of this threat being fulfilled, Mr. Linton commissioned me to take the boy home early, on Catherine's pony; and, said he—"As we shall now have no influence over his destiny, good or bad, you must say nothing of where he is gone to my daughter: she cannot associate with him hereafter, and it is bet... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 26 | We had sad work with little Cathy that day: she rose in high glee, eager to join her cousin, and such passionate tears and lamentations followed the news of his departure that Edgar himself was obliged to soothe her, by affirming he should come back soon: he added, however, "if I can get him"; and there were no hopes o... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 27 | Summer drew to an end, and early autumn: it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and a few of our fields were still uncleared. Mr. Linton and his daughter would frequently walk out among the reapers; at the carrying of the last sheaves they stayed till dusk, and the evening happening to be chill and... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 28 | The rainy night had ushered in a misty morning—half frost, half drizzle—and temporary brooks crossed our path—gurgling from the uplands. My feet were thoroughly wetted; I was cross and low; exactly the humour suited for making the most of these disagreeable things. We entered the farm–house by the kitchen way, to ascer... |
Wuthering Height | Emily Bronte | [
"romance",
"gothic"
] | Chapter 29 | At the close of three weeks I was able to quit my chamber and move about the house. And on the first occasion of my sitting up in the evening I asked Catherine to read to me, because my eyes were weak. We were in the library, the master having gone to bed: she consented, rather unwillingly, I fancied; and imagining my ... |
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