A Terribly Strange Bed part 8
I raised myself on my elbow, and looked about the room—which was brightened by a lovely moonlight pouring straight through the window—to see if...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 7
The giddiness left me, and I began to feel a little like a reasonable being again. My first thought was of the risk of...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 6
Just as the ex-brave ended his oration in very lachrymose tones, the coffee came in, ready poured out in two cups. My attentive friend...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 5
“Ex-brave of the French Army!” cried I, in a mad state of exhilaration, “I am on fire! how are you? You have set me...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 4
And I did go on—went on at such a rate, that in another quarter of an hour the croupier called out, “Gentlemen, the bank...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 3
If I left everything to luck, and staked without any care or consideration, I was sure to win—to win in the face of every...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 2
We had come to see blackguards; but these men were something worse. There is a comic side, more or less appreciable, in all blackguardism...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 1
Wilkie Collins (1824—1889)William Wilkie Collins was born at London in 1824. Like his friend Dickens, he was a voluminous writer of novels and tales,...
The Shipwreck of Simonides 2
A lerned man has always a fund of riches in himself.
Simonides, who wrote such excellent lyric poems, the more easily to support his poverty,...
The Prodigal Son 2
Music and dance
Now his elder son was in the field: and as he came and drew nigh to the house, he heard music and...
