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Come in! said Peter Hope. Peter Hope was tall and thin, clean-shaven but for a pair of side whiskers close-cropped and terminating just below the ear, with hair of the kind referred to by sympathetic barbers as "getting a little thin on the top, sir,

THERE were four of us - George, and William Samuel Harris, and myself, and Montmorency. We were sitting in my room, smoking, and talking about how bad we were - bad from a medical point of view I mean, of course. We were all feeling seedy, and we wer

It is not a large house, I said. "We don't want a large house. Two spare bedrooms, and the little three-cornered place you see marked there on the plan, next to the bathroom, and which will just do for a bachelor, will be all we shall require-at all event

Now, which would you advise, dear? You see, with the red I shan't be able to wear my magenta hat. "Well then, why not have the grey?" "Yes-yes, I think the grey will be MORE useful." "It's a good material." "Yes, and it's a PRETTY grey

I had a vexing dream one night, not long ago: it was about a fortnight after Christmas. I dreamt I flew out of the window in my nightshirt. I went up and up. I was glad that I was going up. "They have been noticing me," I thought to myself. "If anything,

The advantage of literature over life is that its characters are clearly defined, and act consistently. Nature, always inartistic, takes pleasure in creating the impossible. Reginald Blake was as typical a specimen of the well-bred cad as one could hope t

When, on returning home one evening, after a pipe party at my friend Jephson's, I informed my wife that I was going to write a novel, she expressed herself as pleased with the idea. She said she had often wondered I had never thought of doing so before. "

The Doctor never did believe this story, but claims for it that, to a great extent, it has altered his whole outlook on life. "Of course, what actually happened-what took place under my own nose," continued the Doctor, "I do not dispute. And then the

Now, this is a subject on which I flatter myself I really am au fait. The gentleman who, when I was young, bathed me at wisdom's font for nine guineas a term-no extras-used to say he never knew a boy who could do less work in more time; and I remember my

Charmed. Very hot weather we've been having of late-I mean cold. Let me see, I did not quite catch your name just now. Thank you so much. Yes, it is a bit close. And a silence falls, neither of us being able to think what next to say. What has happen

My friend B. called on me this morning and asked me if I would go to a theatre with him on Monday next. "Oh, yes! certainly, old man," I replied. "Have you got an order, then?" He said: "No; they don't give orders. We shall have to pay."

She had not meant to stay for the service. The door had stood invitingly open, and a glimpse of the interior had suggested to her the idea that it would make good copy. "Old London Churches: Their Social and Historical Associations." It would be easy to c