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The Beldonald Holbein The Beldonald Holbein

The Beldonald Holbein
CHAPTER IMuch as I wished to see him I had kept my letter of introduction three weeks in my pocket-book. I was nervous and timid about meeting him--conscious of youth and ignorance, convinced that he was tormented by strangers, and especially by my country-people, and not exempt from the suspicion that he had the irritability as well as the dignity of genius. Moreover, the pleasure, if it should occur--for I could scarcely believe it was near at hand--would be so great that I wished to think of it in advance, to feel it there against my breast,... Short Stories - Post by : getyours - Date : February 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 2614

The Author Of Beltraffio The Author Of Beltraffio

The Author Of Beltraffio
CHAPTER IMuch as I wished to see him I had kept my letter of introduction three weeks in my pocket-book. I was nervous and timid about meeting him--conscious of youth and ignorance, convinced that he was tormented by strangers, and especially by my country-people, and not exempt from the suspicion that he had the irritability as well as the dignity of genius. Moreover, the pleasure, if it should occur--for I could scarcely believe it was near at hand--would be so great that I wished to think of it in advance, to feel it there against my breast,... Short Stories - Post by : ecmagic - Date : February 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3038

Brooksmith Brooksmith

Brooksmith
We are scattered now, the friends of the late Mr. Oliver Offord; but whenever we chance to meet I think we are conscious of a certain esoteric respect for each other. "Yes, you too have been in Arcadia," we seem not too grumpily to allow. When I pass the house in Mansfield Street I remember that Arcadia was there. I don't know who has it now, and don't want to know; it's enough to be so sure that if I should ring the bell there would be no such luck for me as that Brooksmith should open the... Short Stories - Post by : leapoffaith - Date : January 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 927

The Real Thing The Real Thing

The Real Thing
CHAPTER IWhen the porter's wife, who used to answer the house-bell, announced "A gentleman and a lady, sir," I had, as I often had in those days--the wish being father to the thought--an immediate vision of sitters. Sitters my visitors in this case proved to be; but not in the sense I should have preferred. There was nothing at first however to indicate that they mightn't have come for a portrait. The gentleman, a man of fifty, very high and very straight, with a moustache slightly grizzled and a dark grey walking-coat admirably fitted, both of which I... Short Stories - Post by : Donbaba - Date : January 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 1405

The Story Of It The Story Of It

The Story Of It
CHAPTER IThe weather had turned so much worse that the rest of the day was certainly lost. The wind had risen and the storm gathered force; they gave from time to time a thump at the firm windows and dashed even against those protected by the verandah their vicious splotches of rain. Beyond the lawn, beyond the cliff, the great wet brush of the sky dipped deep into the sea. But the lawn, already vivid with the touch of May, showed a violence of watered green; the budding shrubs and trees repeated the note as they tossed their... Short Stories - Post by : Andrew_Murray - Date : January 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 1416

Flickerbridge Flickerbridge

Flickerbridge
CHAPTER IFrank Granger had arrived from Paris to paint a portrait--an order given him, as a young compatriot with a future, whose early work would some day have a price, by a lady from New York, a friend of his own people and also, as it happened, of Addie's, the young woman to whom it was publicly both affirmed and denied that he was engaged. Other young women in Paris--fellow-members there of the little tight transpontine world of art-study--professed to know that the pair had "several times" over renewed their fond understanding. This, however, was their own affair; the... Short Stories - Post by : rsanders - Date : January 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3370

Mrs. Medwin Mrs. Medwin

Mrs. Medwin
CHAPTER I"Well, we ARE a pair!" the poor lady's visitor broke out to her at the end of her explanation in a manner disconcerting enough. The poor lady was Miss Cutter, who lived in South Audley Street she had an "upper half" so concise that it had to pass boldly for convenient; and her visitor was her half-brother, whom she hadn't seen for three years. She was remarkable for a maturity of which every symptom might have been observed to be admirably controlled, had not a tendency to stoutness just affirmed its independence. Her present, no doubt, insisted... Short Stories - Post by : frogknight - Date : January 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3191

A Bundle Of Letters A Bundle Of Letters

A Bundle Of Letters
CHAPTER IFROM MISS MIRANDA MOPE, IN PARIS, TO MRS. ABRAHAM C. MOPE, AT BANGOR, MAINE.September 5th, 1879.My dear mother--I have kept you posted as far as Tuesday week last, and, although my letter will not have reached you yet, I will begin another before my news accumulates too much. I am glad you show my letters round in the family, for I like them all to know what I am doing, and I can't write to every one, though I try to answer all reasonable expectations. But there are a great many unreasonable ones, as I suppose you know--not... Short Stories - Post by : Sarah - Date : October 2009 - Author : Henry James - Read : 1417

The Madonna Of The Future The Madonna Of The Future

The Madonna Of The Future
We had been talking about the masters who had achieved but a single masterpiece--the artists and poets who but once in their lives had known the divine afflatus and touched the high level of perfection. Our host had been showing us a charming little cabinet picture by a painter whose name we had never heard, and who, after this single spasmodic bid for fame, had apparently relapsed into obscurity and mediocrity. There was some discussion as to the frequency of this phenomenon; during which, I observed, H- sat silent, finishing his cigar with a meditative air, and looking at the... Short Stories - Post by : boniellos - Date : October 2009 - Author : Henry James - Read : 971