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Delphi Collected Works of M. E. Braddon (Illustrated) von Braddon, M. E. (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 11.08.2015
  • Verlag: Delphi Classics
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Delphi Collected Works of M. E. Braddon (Illustrated)

Since the first publication of her groundbreaking sensation novel 'Lady Audley's Secret' in 1862, M. E. Braddon's works have gripped the imagination of readers across the world for over one hundred and fifty years. This comprehensive eBook presents the many diverse works of M. E. Braddon, with numerous illustrations, rare texts appearing in digital print for the first time, informative introductions and the usual Delphi bonus material. (Version 1) Beautifully illustrated with images relating to Braddon's life and works Concise introductions to the novels and other texts 22 novels, with individual contents tables Rare novels appearing here for the first time, including Braddon's first novel, last novel and her supernatural masterpiece GERARD, OR THE WORLD, THE FLESH AND THE DEVIL Images of how the books were first printed, giving your eReader a taste of the original texts Excellent formatting of the texts The children's book THE CHRISTMAS HIRELINGS is also included, with all of the original festive illustrations Braddon's first collection of short stories RALPH THE BAILIFF AND OTHER TALES, featuring many of the author's seminal tales - available in no other collection Special chronological and alphabetical contents tables for the short stories Easily locate the short stories you want to read Includes one of Braddon's scarce plays Features a memoir by the author, concerning the composition of her first novel Scholarly ordering of texts into chronological order and literary genres CONTENTS: The Novels THREE TIMES DEAD, OR THE SECRET OF THE HEATH (THE TRAIL OF THE SERPENT) CAPTAIN OF THE VULTURE LADY AUDLEY'S SECRET AURORA FLOYD JOHN MARCHMONT'S LEGACY THE DOCTOR'S WIFE HENRY DUNBAR BIRDS OF PREY CHARLOTTE'S INHERITANCE RUN TO EARTH FENTON'S QUEST THE LOVELS OF ARDEN THE CLOVEN FOOT VIXEN MOUNT ROYAL PHANTOM FORTUNE THE GOLDEN CALF MOHAWKS GERARD, OR THE WORLD, THE FLESH AND THE DEVIL LONDON PRIDE HIS DARLING SIN MARY The Children's Book THE CHRISTMAS HIRELINGS The Shorter Fiction RALPH THE BAILIFF AND OTHER TALES MILLY DARRELL FLOWER AND WEED, AND OTHER TALES The Short Stories LIST OF SHORT STORIES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER LIST OF SHORT STORIES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER The Play MARJORIE DAW The Memoir MY FIRST NOVEL: 'THE TRAIL OF THE SERPENT'


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    Erscheinungsdatum: 11.08.2015
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781910630174
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Delphi Collected Works of M. E. Braddon (Illustrated)


T HE N OVEMBER NIGHT is darkest, foggiest, wettest, and windiest out on the open road that leads into Slopperton. A dreary road at the best of times, this Slopperton road, and dreariest of all in one spot about a mile and a half out of the town. Upon this spot stands a solitary house, known as the Black Mill. It was once the cottage of a miller, and the mill still stands, though in disuse.

The cottage had been altered and improved within the last few years, and made into a tolerable-sized house; a dreary, rambling, tumble-down place, it is true, but still with some pretension about it. It was occupied at this time by a widow lady, a Mrs. Marwood, once the owner of a large fortune, which had nearly all been squandered by the dissipation of her only son. This son had long left Slopperton. His mother had not heard of him for years. Some said he had gone abroad. She tried to hope this, but sometimes she mourned him as dead. She lived in modest style, with one old female servant, who had been with her since her marriage, and had been faithful through every change of fortune - as these common and unlearned creatures, strange to say, sometimes are. It happened that at this very time Mrs. Marwood had just received the visit of a brother, who had returned from the East Indies with a large fortune. This brother, Mr. Montague Harding, had on his landing in England hastened to seek out his only sister, and the arrival of the wealthy nabob at the solitary house on the Slopperton road had been a nine days' wonder for the good citizens of Slopperton. He brought with him only one servant, a half-caste; his visit was to be a short one, as he was about buying an estate in the south of England, on which he intended to reside with his widowed sister.

Slopperton had a great deal to say about Mr. Harding. Slopperton gave him credit for the possession of uncounted and uncountable lacs of rupees; but Slopperton wouldn't give him credit for the possession of the hundredth part of an ounce of liver. Slopperton left cards at the Black Mill, and had serious thoughts of getting up a deputation to invite the rich East Indian to represent its inhabitants at the great congress of Westminster. But both Mr. Harding and Mrs. Marwood kept aloof from Slopperton, and were set down accordingly as mysterious, not to say dark-minded individuals, forthwith.

The brother and sister are seated in the little, warm, lamp-lit drawing-room at the Black Mill this dark November night. She is a woman who has once been handsome, but whose beauty has been fretted away by anxieties and suspenses, which wear out the strongest hope, as water wears away the hardest rock. The Anglo-Indian very much resembles her; but though his face is that of an invalid, it is not care-worn. It is the face of a good man, who has a hope so strong that neither fear nor trouble can disquiet him.

He is speaking-"And you have not heard from your son?"

"For nearly seven years. Seven years of cruel suspense; seven years, during which every knock at yonder door seems to have beaten a blow upon my heart - every footstep on yonder garden-walk seems to have trodden down a hope."

"And you do not think him dead?"

"I hope and pray not. Not dead, impenitent; not dead, without my blessing; not gone away from me for ever, without one pressure of the hand, one prayer for my forgiveness, one whisper of regret for all he has made me suffer."

"He was very wild, then, very dissipated?"

"He was a reprobate and a gambler. He squandered his money like water. He had bad companions, I know; but was not himself wicked at heart. The very night he ran away, the night I saw him for the last time, I'm sure he was sorry for his bad courses. He said something to that effect; said his road was a dark one, but that it had only one end, and he must go on to the end."

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