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Excerpt from The Red Planet Tow which, in scattered buil it drifts aimlessly, a Sleepy Hollow with one road High Street, melting gradually at each end through shops, villas, cottages, into the King's Highway, yet in its central heart a hundred yards or so of sp endour, where the truculent new red brick Post Office sneers across the ¿agged market square at the new Portland-stone Town Hall, while the old and the church. About the Publisher Fo...

Excerpt from Septimus At any rate, my dear, she said that evening, as she paused, candle in hand, by her bedroom-door at any rate, I hope you'll do nothing that is unbecoming to a gentlewoman. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digita...

William J. Locke (1863-1930) tells a tale of an English writer who escapes the Russian Revolution with the diary of a dead soldier and passes himself off as Alexis Triona, writer of thrilling tales about his life among the Bolshevists.

Excerpt from The Belovéd VagabondWhy he singled me out for adoption from among the nu washed urchins oi London I never could conjecture. Once I asked him.Because, said he, you were ugly, dirty, ricketty, under sized, underfed and wholly uninteresting. Also because your mother was the very worst washer-woman that ever breathed gin into a shirt-front.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Fi...

Excerpt from Viviette Dick", said Viviette, "ought to go about in skins like a primitive man." Katherine Holroyd looked up from her needlework. She was a gentle, fair-haired woman of thirty, with demure blue eyes, which regarded the girl with a mingling of pity, protection, and amusement. "My dear, " she said, "whenever I see a pretty girl fooling about with a primitive man I always think of a sweet little monkey I once knew, who used to hav...

Excerpt from The Tale of Triona Olivia smiled and tapped the blue-veined hand that set down his teacup. Of course you can't. If imagination ran away with a solicitor, it would land him in the workhouse. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technolog...

Excerpt from Stella Maris Stella Maris - Star of the Sea! That was not her real name. No one could have christened an inoffensive babe so absurdly. Her mother had, indeed, through the agency of godfathers and godmothers, called her Stella after a rich old maiden aunt, thereby showing her wisdom, for the maiden aunt died gratefully a year after the child was born, and bequeathed to her a comfortable fortune. Her father had given her the respe...

Excerpt from The Joyous Adventures of Aristide PujolIn this fashion I left Montpellier one morning on my leisurely eastward journey, deciding to break Off from the main road, striking due south, and Visit aigues-mortes on the way.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-...

Excerpt from The Usurper It was at the opening by Royalty of the new General Hospital which his munificence had provided for the suburb of North Ham that they first met. Jasper Vellacot's eye caught her slender figure and kind, serene face as soon as she drove up with the Member for the borough and his wife, and he wondered who she was. In his character of host, he stood at the top of the flight of steps down which ran the conventional strip...

Excerpt from The House of Baltazar But for the war, the story would scarcely be worth the telling, however interesting might be his sheer personality and his calculated waywardness. It would have led no whither, save to a stage or two further on his journey to the grave. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an import...

Excerpt from The Rough RoadThat the world knows little of its greatest men is a commonplace among silly aphorisms. With far more justice it may be stated that of its least men the world knows nothing and cares less. Yet the Doggies of the War, who on the cry of Havoc have been let loose, much to their own and everybody else's stupefaction, deserve the passing tribute sometimes, poor fellows, of a sigh, sometimes of a smile, often of a cheer. V...

Excerpt from The Demagogue and Lady Phayre "If you are coming my way, Goddard, we may as well walk back together, " said the Member, putting on his fur-lined coat. Mr. Aloysius Gleam, member for Sunington, was a spare, precisely dressed little man on the hither side of forty. He was somewhat bald, and clean-shaven all to a tightly-screwed fair moustache. A gold-rimmed eye-glass added a quaint of air alertness to a shrewd, sharp-featured face...

Excerpt from Simon the Jester What I want, said I, is a place compared to which Golgotha, Aceldama, the Dead Sea, the Valley of Jehoshaphat, and Ratcliff Highway would be leafy bowers of uninterrupted delight. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art tec...

Excerpt from JafferyYes. Let us be serious. In the first place you oughtn't to allude to Doria's father as 'old man Jorni croft.' It isn't respectful.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original...

Excerpt from Far-Away StoriesTwice a day it was his habit to walk there, shops and faces a meaningless confusion to his eyes, but his ears alert to the many harmonies of the orches tra of the great thoroughfare. For Angelo Fardetti was a musician. Such had he been born, such bad he lived. Those aspects of life which could not be interpreted in terms of music were to him unin telligible. During his seventy years empires had crumbled, mighty kin...

Excerpt from IdolsBut now and then the way of life is lit with lurid suddenness and the mine is sprung.Beneath the surface of four gentle lives such a train was smouldering. The vulgar crime of the two nameless abjects set it ablaze. And they, issu ing from the darkness for one ghastly moment, were but blind, almost impersonal instruments of Destiny, so far as they concerned these four.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of t...

Excerpt from Septimus Never. Never - do you hear, mother? Never. I'm going out into the world, to get to the heart of the life I've never known. I'm going to live. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, pre...

Excerpt from The Wonderful YearHe was a shabby concierge sharing in the tarnish of the shabby hotel which (for the information of those fortunate ones who only know of the Ritz, and the Meurice and other such-like palaces) is situated in the unaristocratic neighbourhood of the Halles Centrales.As it bears the Paris postmark, it must be the one which monsieur was expecting, said he, detaching it from the clip on the keyboard.About the Publisher...

Excerpt from The Mountebank In the month of June, 1919, I received a long letter from Brigadier-General Andrew Lacka-day together with a bulky manuscript. The letter, addressed from an obscure hotel in Marseilles, ran as follows: - My dear Friend, On the occasion of our last meeting when I kept you up to an ungodly hour of the morning with the story of my wretched affairs to which you patiently listened without seeming bored, you were goo...

Excerpt from The Fortunate Youth Paul Kegworthy lived with his mother, Mrs. Button, his stepfather, Mr. Button, and six little Buttons, his half brothers and sisters. His was not an ideal home, it consisted in a bedroom, a kitchen and a scullery in a grimy little house in a grimy street made up of rows of exactly similar grimy little houses, and forming one of a hundred similar streets in a northern manufacturing town. Mr. and Mrs. Button wor...