| 161 | Author: | Wells, H. G. (Herbert George), 1866-1946 | Requires cookie* | | Title: | The Invisible Man ![](https://xtf.lib.virginia.edu/xtf/icons/default/i_tei.gif) | | | Published: | 1995 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a
biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over
the down, walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station,
and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand.
He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt
hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow
had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white
crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the Coach and
Horses, more dead than alive as it seemed, and flung his portmanteau
down. "A fire," he cried, "in the name of human charity! A room and
a fire!" He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar,
and followed Mrs. Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain.
And with that much introduction, that and a ready acquiescence
to terms and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took
up his quarters in the inn. | | Similar Items: | Find |
168 | Author: | Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937 | Requires cookie* | | Title: | 'Copy': A Dialogue ![](https://xtf.lib.virginia.edu/xtf/icons/default/i_tei.gif) | | | Published: | 1995 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | MRS. AMBROSE DALE— forty, slender, still young—sits in her
drawing-room at the tea-table. The winter twilight is
falling, a lamp has been lit, there is a fire on the hearth,
and the room is pleasantly dim and flower-scented. Books are
scattered everywhere—mostly with autograph inscriptions "From
the Author"—and a large portrait of MRS. DALE at her
desk, with papers strewn about her, takes up one of the wall-panels. Before MRS. DALE stands HILDA, fair and
twenty, her hands full of letters. | | Similar Items: | Find |
178 | Author: | Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937 | Requires cookie* | | Title: | "The Angel at the Grave." ![](https://xtf.lib.virginia.edu/xtf/icons/default/i_tei.gif) | | | Published: | 1995 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | THE House stood a few yards back from the elm-shaded village
street, in that semi-publicity sometimes cited as a democratic
protest against old-world standards of domestic exclusiveness.
This candid exposure to the public eye is more probably a result of
the gregariousness which, in the New England bosom, oddly coexists
with a shrinking from direct social contact; most of the inmates of
such houses preferring that furtive intercourse which is the result
of observations through shuttered windows and a categorical
acquaintance with the neighboring clothes-lines. The House,
however, faced its public with a difference. For sixty years it
had written itself with a capital letter, had self-consciously
squared itself in the eye of an admiring nation. The most
searching inroads of village intimacy hardly counted in a household
that opened on the universe; and a lady whose door-bell was at any
moment liable to be rung by visitors from London or Vienna was not
likely to flutter up-stairs when she observed a neighbor "stepping
over." | | Similar Items: | Find |
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