My MiscellaniesChatto & Windus, 1893 - 420 páginas This book contains a collection of Wilkie Collins' essays and short stories. The collection boasts a wide array of Collins' works from humorous pieces to serious critiques of contemporary social structures.? |
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Página 342 - It is better, on this account, in graduating the bottle, to make two scratches as represented in the drawing, one at the top and the other at the bottom of the curve : this prevents any future mistake.
Página 313 - Discourse may want an animated — No — To brush the surface and to make it flow ; But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
Página 265 - Ah, yes — so I was. Well, my dear, she controlled herself by an admirable effort, and wrote exactly what I told her. You will excuse a mother's partiality, I am sure — but I think I never saw her look so lovely — so mournfully lovely, I should say — as when she was writing those last lines to the man who had so basely trifled with her. The tears came into my eyes as I looked at her sweet pale cheeks ; and I thought to myself...
Página 338 - Angelo has more of the poetical inspiration ; his ideas are vast and sublime ; his people are a superior order of beings ; there is nothing about them, nothing in the air of their actions or their attitudes, or the style and cast of their very limbs or features, that puts one in mind of their belonging to our own species.
Página 117 - Public, which is now waiting to be taught the difference between a good book and a bad. It is probably a question of time only. The largest audience for periodical literature, in this age of periodicals, must obey the universal law of progress, and must, sooner or later, learn to discriminate.
Página 262 - ... way down the walk, stop, scratch violently at his roll of red flesh, wheel round so as to face the house, consider a little, pull his tablets out of his waistcoatpocket, shake his head over them, and then look up at the front windows, preparatory to bawling as usual at the degraded female members of his household. Lady Malkinshaw, quite ignorant of what was coming, happened, at the same moment, to be proceeding with her pathetic story, in these terms : — " I do assure you, my poor dear girl...
Página 259 - ... that he might advantageously return indoors, and there mention what he has forgotten in a private and proper way. The instant the lost idea strikes him — which it invariably does, either in his front garden or in the roadway outside his house — he roars for his wife, either from the gravel walk, or over the low wall — and (if I may use so strong an expression) empties his mind to her in public, without appearing to care whose ears he wearies, whose delicacy he shocks, or whose ridicule...
Página 116 - The Unknown Public is, in a literary sense, hardly beginning, as yet, to learn to read. The members of it are evidently, in the mass, from no fault of theirs, still ignorant of almost everything which is generally known and understood among readers whom circumstances have placed, socially and intellectually, in the rank above them.
Página 45 - ... he wrote letters of his own to the new object of his addresses, in which he ridiculed the queen's fondness for him, and sarcastically described her smallest personal defects with a heartless effrontery which the most patient and longsuffering of women would have found it impossible to forgive. While he was thus privately betraying the confidence that had been reposed in him, he was publicly affecting the most unalterable attachment and the most sincere respect for the queen. For some time this...
Página 55 - I was praying, the three executioners sheathed their swords, and the chief of them rifled the Marquis's pockets. Finding nothing on him but a prayer-book and a small knife, the chief beckoned to his companions, and they all three marched to the ' door in silence, went out, and left me alone with the corpse. A few minutes afterwards I followed them, to go and report what had happened to the Queen.