W Chambers: 195 books

Idle and overrich New York society folk fill the pages of this novel. The heroine, one of the orphaned Seagrave twins, who has inherited dangerous wealth and more dangerous appetites, is thrust at her début into a world of pleasure seekers where ennui is often banished at the expense of home ties, and where physical and financial gratification are the sole ambitions.

Concerning Two Gentlemen from Long Island, Destiny, and a Pot of Black Paint A Chapter Depicting a Rather Garrulous Reunion Trouble for Two Wherein a Modest Man Is Bullied and a Literary Man Practices Style Dreamland Soul and Body The Biter, the Bitten, and the Un-bitten A Matter of Pronunciation...

In the days when the keepers of the house shall tremble. When I first saw the sexton he was standing motionless behind a stone. Presently he moved on again, pausing at times, and turning right and left with that nervous, jerky motion that always chills me. His path lay across the blighted moss and...

Romantic Science Fiction? Yes. Silly? Sometimes.

"A lady to see you, sir," said Farris. Desboro, lying on the sofa, glanced up over his book. "A lady?" "Yes, sir." "Well, who is she, Farris?" "She refused her name, Mr. James." Desboro swung his legs to the carpet and sat up. "What kind of lady is she?" he asked; "a perfect one, or the real thing?"...

A stirring novel of American life in days just after the Revolution. It deals with the conspiracy of the great New York land-owners and the subjugation of New York Province to the British. It is a story with a fascinating love interest, and is alive with exciting incident and adventure.

_There is a little flow-urr_   _In our yard it does grow_   _Where many a happy hou-urr_   _I watch our rooster crow;_   _While clothes hang on the clothes-line_   _And plowing has began_   --_And the name they call this lit-tul vine_   _Is just "Old Man."_...

Because it all seems so improbable—so horribly impossible to me now, sitting here safe and sane in my own library—I hesitate to record an episode which already appears to me less horrible than grotesque. Yet, unless this story is written now, I know I shall never have the courage to tell the truth...

Although I knew nothing of chemistry, I listened fascinated. He picked up an Easter lily which Geneviève had brought that morning from Notre Dame, and dropped it into the basin. Instantly the liquid lost its crystalline clearness. For a second the lily was enveloped in a milk-white foam, which...

There was a big moon over the Bosphorus; the limpid waters off Seraglio Point glimmered; the Golden Horn was like a sheet of beaten silver inset with topaz and ruby where lanterns on rusting Turkish warships dyed the tarnished argent of the flood. Except for these, and the fixed lights on the foreign...