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The American - Chapter VI The American - Chapter VI

The American - Chapter VI
Newman gave up Damascus and Bagdad and returned to Paris beforethe autumn was over. He established himself in some rooms selectedfor him by Tom Tristram, in accordance with the latter's estimateof what he called his social position. When Newman learned that hissocial position was to be taken into account, he professed himselfutterly incompetent, and begged Tristram to relieve him of the care."I didn't know I had a social position," he said, "and if I have,I haven't the smallest idea what it is. Isn't a social positionknowing some two or three thousand people and inviting them to dinner?I know... Long Stories - Post by : taxon - Date : January 2011 - Author : Henry James - Read : 1276

The American - Chapter V The American - Chapter V

The American - Chapter V
When Newman related to Mrs. Tristram his fruitless visitto Madame de Cintre, she urged him not to be discouraged,but to carry out his plan of "seeing Europe" during the summer,and return to Paris in the autumn and settle down comfortablyfor the winter. "Madame de Cintre will keep," she said;"she is not a woman who will marry from one day to another."Newman made no distinct affirmation that he would come back to Paris;he even talked about Rome and the Nile, and abstained from professingany especial interest in Madame de Cintre's continued widowhood.This circumstance was at variance with his habitual frankness,and may... Long Stories - Post by : koolmoss - Date : January 2011 - Author : Henry James - Read : 1447

The American - Chapter IV The American - Chapter IV

The American - Chapter IV
Early one morning, before Christopher Newman was dressed, a little oldman was ushered into his apartment, followed by a youth in a blouse,bearing a picture in a brilliant frame. Newman, among the distractionsof Paris, had forgotten M. Nioche and his accomplished daughter;but this was an effective reminder."I am afraid you had given me up, sir," said the old man, after manyapologies and salutations. "We have made you wait so many days.You accused us, perhaps, of inconstancy of bad faith.But behold me at last! And behold also the pretty Madonna.Place it on a chair, my friend, in a good... Long Stories - Post by : netlady - Date : January 2011 - Author : Henry James - Read : 2589

The American - Chapter III The American - Chapter III

The American - Chapter III
He performed this ceremony on the following day, when, by appointment,Christopher Newman went to dine with him. Mr. and Mrs. Tristramlived behind one of those chalk-colored facades which decoratewith their pompous sameness the broad avenues manufacturedby Baron Haussmann in the neighborhood of the Arc de Triomphe.Their apartment was rich in the modern conveniences, and Tristramlost no time in calling his visitor's attention to their principalhousehold treasures, the gas-lamps and the furnace-holes."Whenever you feel homesick," he said, "you must come up here.We'll stick you down before a register, under a good big burner, and--""And you will soon get over your homesickness,"... Long Stories - Post by : sonata01 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3347

The American - Chapter II The American - Chapter II

The American - Chapter II
He wandered back to the divan and seated himself onthe other side, in view of the great canvas on which PaulVeronese had depicted the marriage-feast of Cana.Wearied as he was he found the picture entertaining;it had an illusion for him; it satisfied his conception,which was ambitious, of what a splendid banquet should be.In the left-hand corner of the picture is a young womanwith yellow tresses confined in a golden head-dress;she is bending forward and listening, with the smileof a charming woman at a dinner-party, to her neighbor.Newman detected her in the crowd, admired her, and perceivedthat she too had her votive... Long Stories - Post by : superwebbiz - Date : January 2011 - Author : Henry James - Read : 2377

The American - Chapter I The American - Chapter I

The American - Chapter I
On a brilliant day in May, in the year 1868, a gentleman was recliningat his ease on the great circular divan which at that period occupiedthe centre of the Salon Carre, in the Museum of the Louvre.This commodious ottoman has since been removed, to the extreme regretof all weak-kneed lovers of the fine arts, but the gentleman in questionhad taken serene possession of its softest spot, and, with his headthrown back and his legs outstretched, was staring at Murillo'sbeautiful moon-borne Madonna in profound enjoyment of his posture.He had removed his hat, and flung down beside him a little red guide-bookand an... Long Stories - Post by : lawvest - Date : January 2011 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3080

The Next Time The Next Time

The Next Time
Mrs. Highmore's errand this morning was odd enough to deserve commemoration: she came to ask me to write a notice of her great forthcoming work. Her great works have come forth so frequently without my assistance that I was sufficiently entitled on this occasion to open my eyes; but what really made me stare was the ground on which her request reposed, and what leads me to record the incident is the train of memory lighted by that explanation. Poor Ray Limbert, while we talked, seemed to sit there between us: she reminded me that my acquaintance with him had begun,... Short Stories - Post by : tgranum - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 1723

The Way It Came The Way It Came

The Way It Came
I find, as you prophesied, much that's interesting, but little that helps the delicate question--the possibility of publication. Her diaries are less systematic than I hoped; she only had a blessed habit of noting and narrating. She summarised, she saved; she appears seldom indeed to have let a good story pass without catching it on the wing. I allude of course not so much to things she heard as to things she saw and felt. She writes sometimes of herself, sometimes of others, sometimes of the combination. It's under this last rubric that she's usually most vivid. But it's not, you... Short Stories - Post by : Keith_Goodrum - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3728

The Point Of View The Point Of View

The Point Of View
I. FROM MISS AURORA CHURCH, AT SEA, TO MISS WHITESIDE, IN PARIS. . . . My dear child, the bromide of sodium (if that's what you call it) proved perfectly useless. I don't mean that it did me no good, but that I never had occasion to take the bottle out of my bag. It might have done wonders for me if I had needed it; but I didn't, simply because I have been a wonder myself. Will you believe that I have spent the whole voyage on deck, in the most animated conversation and exercise? Twelve... Short Stories - Post by : younbglivingjl - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3254

A Round Of Visits A Round Of Visits

A Round Of Visits
IHE had been out but once since his arrival, Mark Monteith; that was the next day after--he had disembarked by night on the previous; then everything had come at once, as he would have said, everything had changed. He had got in on Tuesday; he had spent Wednesday for the most part down town, looking into the dismal subject of his anxiety--the anxiety that, under a sudden decision, had brought him across the unfriendly sea at mid-winter, and it was through information reaching him on Wednesday evening that he had measured his loss, measured above all his pain. These were two... Short Stories - Post by : styles98 - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 2327

The Velvet Glove The Velvet Glove

The Velvet Glove
IHE thought he had already, poor John Berridge, tasted in their fulness the sweets of success; but nothing yet had been more charming to him than when the young Lord, as he irresistibly and, for greater certitude, quite correctly figured him, fairly sought out, in Paris, the new literary star that had begun to hang, with a fresh red light, over the vast, even though rather confused, Anglo-Saxon horizon; positively approaching that celebrity with a shy and artless appeal. The young Lord invoked on this occasion the celebrity's prized judgment of a special literary case; and Berridge could take the whole... Short Stories - Post by : hereger - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3543

Crapy Cornelia Crapy Cornelia

Crapy Cornelia
ITHREE times within a quarter of an hour--shifting the while his posture on his chair of contemplation--had he looked at his watch as for its final sharp hint that he should decide, that he should get up. His seat was one of a group fairly sequestered, unoccupied save for his own presence, and from where he lingered he looked off at a stretch of lawn freshened by recent April showers and on which sundry small children were at play. The trees, the shrubs, the plants, every stem and twig just ruffled as by the first touch of the light finger of... Short Stories - Post by : commish - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3485

The Bench Of Desolation The Bench Of Desolation

The Bench Of Desolation
ISHE had practically, he believed, conveyed the intimation, the horrid, brutal, vulgar menace, in the course of their last dreadful conversation, when, for whatever was left him of pluck or confidence--confidence in what he would fain have called a little more aggressively the strength of his position--he had judged best not to take it up. But this time there was no question of not understanding, or of pretending he didn't; the ugly, the awful words, ruthlessly formed by her lips, were like the fingers of a hand that she might have thrust into her pocket for extraction of the monstrous object... Short Stories - Post by : Bill999 - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 1810

The Pension Beaurepas The Pension Beaurepas

The Pension Beaurepas
CHAPTER I. I was not rich--on the contrary; and I had been told the Pension Beaurepas was cheap. I had, moreover, been told that a boarding- house is a capital place for the study of human nature. I had a fancy for a literary career, and a friend of mine had said to me, "If you mean to write you ought to go and live in a boarding-house; there is no other such place to pick up material." I had read something of this kind in a letter addressed by Stendhal to his sister: "I have a passionate... Short Stories - Post by : fmelton - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3652

The Path Of Duty The Path Of Duty

The Path Of Duty
1885I am glad I said to you the other night at Doubleton, inquiring--too inquiring--compatriot, that I wouldn't undertake to tell you the story (about Ambrose Tester), but would write it out for you; inasmuch as, thinking it over since I came back to town, I see that it may really be made interesting. It _is_ a story, with a regular development, and for telling it I have the advantage that I happened to know about it from the first, and was more or less in the confidence of every one concerned. Then it will amuse me to write it, and I... Short Stories - Post by : JackieC - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3394

Louisa Pallant Louisa Pallant

Louisa Pallant
INever say you know the last words about any human heart! I was once treated to a revelation which startled and touched me in the nature of a person with whom I had been acquainted--well, as I supposed--for years, whose character I had had good reasons, heaven knows, to appreciate and in regard to whom I flattered myself I had nothing more to learn.It was on the terrace of the Kursaal at Homburg, nearly ten years ago, one beautiful night toward the end of July. I had come to the place that day from Frankfort, with vague intentions, and was mainly... Short Stories - Post by : okeestok - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 3408

The Jolly Corner The Jolly Corner

The Jolly Corner
CHAPTER I"Every one asks me what I 'think' of everything," said Spencer Brydon; "and I make answer as I can--begging or dodging the question, putting them off with any nonsense. It wouldn't matter to any of them really," he went on, "for, even were it possible to meet in that stand-and-deliver way so silly a demand on so big a subject, my 'thoughts' would still be almost altogether about something that concerns only myself." He was talking to Miss Staverton, with whom for a couple of months now he had availed himself of every possible occasion to talk; this... Short Stories - Post by : Securenext - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 2348

Glasses Glasses

CHAPTER I Yes indeed, I say to myself, pen in hand, I can keep hold of the thread and let it lead me back to the first impression. The little story is all there, I can touch it from point to point; for the thread, as I call it, is a row of coloured beads on a string. None of the beads are missing--at least I think they're not: that's exactly what I shall amuse myself with finding out.I had been all summer working hard in town and then had gone down to Folkestone for a blow. Art... Short Stories - Post by : cclittle - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 1944

Georgina's Reasons Georgina's Reasons

Georgina's Reasons
1885PART I.I.She was certainly a singular girl, and if he felt at the end that he did n't know her nor understand her, it is not surprising that he should have felt it at the beginning. But he felt at the beginning what he did not feel at the end, that her singularity took the form of a charm which--once circumstances had made them so intimate--it was impossible to resist or conjure away. He had a strange impression (it amounted at times to a positive distress, and shot through the sense of pleasure--morally speaking--with the acuteness of a sudden twinge of... Short Stories - Post by : alltraff - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 2268

Four Meetings Four Meetings

Four Meetings
1885I saw her only four times, but I remember them vividly; she made an impression upon me. I thought her very pretty and very interesting,--a charming specimen of a type. I am very sorry to hear of her death; and yet, when I think of it, why should I be sorry? The last time I saw her she was certainly not--But I will describe all our meetings in order. I.The first one took place in the country, at a little tea-party, one snowy night. It must have been some seventeen years ago. My friend Latouche, going to spend Christmas with his mother,... Short Stories - Post by : cct3000 - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry James - Read : 2487