There was a man dwelt by a churchyard. Well, no, okay, it wasn’t always a man; in this particular case it was a woman. There was a woman dwelt by a churchyard. Though, to be honest, nobody really uses that word nowadays. Everybody says cemetery. And nobody says dwelt any more. In other words: There … Read more
Egbert came into the large, dimly lit drawing-room with the air of a man who is not certain whether he is entering a dovecote or a bomb factory, and is prepared for either eventuality. The little domestic quarrel over the luncheon-table had not been fought to a definite finish, and the question was how far … Read more
“Now be good children” Said Mrs. Lee “While I am away & dont get into mischief”. Mr. & Mrs. Lee were going off for the day & To leave The Two children John 10 yrs old & Alice 2 yrs old “Yes” replied John As Soon as The Elder Lees were away the younger Lees … Read more
Craven came up past the Achilles statue in the thin summer rain. It was only just after lighting-up time, but already the cars were lined up all the way to the Marble Arch, and the sharp acquisitive Jewish faces peered out ready for a good time with anything possible which came along. Craven went bitterly … Read more
DURING the dread reign of the Cholera in New-York, I had accepted the invitation of a relative to spend a fort-night with him in the retirement of his cottage ornée on the banks of the Hudson. We had here around us all the ordinary means of summer amusement; and what with rambling in the woods, sketching, boating, fishing, … Read more
The Cask of Amontillado is a short story by Edgar Allan Poe, published in November 1846 in Godey’s Lady’s Book magazine. Set in Italy during carnival time, it tells the story of a man who plots a subtle and calculated revenge against Fortunato, a proud wine connoisseur he considers guilty of multiple offenses. Taking advantage of his passion for amontillado sherry, he lures him into the catacombs of his house on the pretext of verifying the authenticity of a barrel. Fortunato accepts, unaware of the sinister purpose behind the invitation.