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E. F. Benson: Complete Short Stories Collection: 70+ Classic, Ghost, Spook, Supernatural, Mystery, Haunting and Other Tales von Benson, E. F. (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 10.08.2015
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E. F. Benson: Complete Short Stories Collection: 70+ Classic, Ghost, Spook, Supernatural, Mystery, Haunting and Other Tales

This carefully crafted ebook: 'E. F. Benson: Complete Short Stories Collection: 70+ Classic, Ghost, Spook, Supernatural, Mystery, Haunting and Other Tales' is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. Edward Frederic Benson (1867-1940) was an English novelist, biographer, memoirist, archaeologist and short story writer. He achieved the big success with his first novel, the fashionably controversial Dodo, and also with its sequels, but the greatest success came relatively late in his career with The Mapp and Lucia series. Benson was also known as a writer of atmospheric, oblique, and at times humorous or satirical ghost stories. Table of contents: The Male Impersonator Desirable Residences The Room in the Tower Gavon's Eve The Dust-Cloud The Confession of Charles Linkworth At Abdul Ali's Grave The Shootings of Achnaleish How Fear Departed from the Long Gallery Caterpillars The Cat The Bus-Conductor The Man Who Went Too Far Between the Lights Outside the Door The Other Bed The Thing in the Hall The House with the Brick-Kiln The Terror by Night The Countess of Lowndes Square The Blackmailer of Park Lane The Dance on the Beefsteak The Oriolist In the Dark The False Step 'Puss-cat' There Arose a King The Tragedy of Oliver Bowman Philip's Safety Razor The Case of Frank Hampden Mrs. Andrews's Control The Ape 'Through' 'And the Dead Spake--' The Outcast The Horror-Horn Machaon Negotium Perambulans At the Farmhouse Inscrutable Dacrees The Gardener Mr. Tilly's Seance Mrs. Amworth In the Tube Roderick's Story Reconciliation The Face Spinach Bagnell Terrace A Tale of an Empty House Naboth's Vineyard Expiation Home Sweet Home 'And no Birds Sings' The Corner House Corstophine The Temple The Step The Bed by the Window James Lamp The Dance The Hanging of Alfred Wadham Pirates The Wishing-Well The Bath-Chair Monkeys Christopher Comes Back The Sanctuary Thursday Evenings The Psychical Mallards The Death Warrant The China Bowl


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    Erscheinungsdatum: 10.08.2015
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E. F. Benson: Complete Short Stories Collection: 70+ Classic, Ghost, Spook, Supernatural, Mystery, Haunting and Other Tales

Desirable Residences

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HOUSES in Tilling are in much request during the months of August and September by holiday-makers of the quieter sort, who do not want to stay in large hotels on esplanades in places where there are piers, to flock to the shore in brilliant bathing-costumes, to pose for photographers in the certainty of winning prizes as plump sea-nymphs, to dress for dinner and dance afterwards. But families in search of tranquillity combined with agreeable pastimes, find Tilling much to their mind: there is a golf-links, there are illimitable sands and safe bathing: no treacherous currents swirl the swimmer out to sea when the tide is ebbing (indeed, the shore is so flat that the ebb merely leaves him stranded like a star-fish miles away from his clothes): there are stretches of charming country inland for exploratory picnics, and Tilling itself is so full of picturesque corners and crooked chimneys and timbered houses that easels in August render the streets almost impassable.

The higher social circles in this little town are mainly composed of well-to-do maiden ladies and widows, most of whom, owing to the remunerative demand for holiday residences, live in rather larger houses than they otherwise would and recoup themselves by advantageous letting. Thus towards the middle of July a very lively general post takes place.

Those who own the largest houses with gardens, like Miss Elizabeth Mapp, can let them for as much as fifteen guineas a week, and themselves take houses for that period at eight to ten guineas at week, thus collaring the difference and enjoying a change of habitation, which often gives them rich peeps into the private habits of their neighbours. Those who have smaller houses, like Mrs Plaistow, similarly let them for perhaps eight guineas a week and take something at five: the owners of the latter take cottages, and the cottagers go hop-picking.

Many householders, of course, go away for these months, but those who remain always let their own houses and are content with something smaller. The system seems to resemble that of those thrifty villagers who earned their living by taking in each other's washing, and answers excellently.

Miss Mapp on this moming of early July had received an enquiry from her last year's tenants, as to whether she would let her house to them again on the same terms. They were admirable tenants who brought their own servants, a father who played golf, a mother who wrote letters in the garden, and two daughters with spectacles who steadily sketched their way along the streets of the town.

Miss Mapp instantly made up her mind to do so, and had to settle whether she should take a smaller house herself or go away. If she could get Diva Plaistow's house, she thought she would remain here and take her holiday in the winter. Diva was asking eight guineas a week, including garden-produce. The crop on her apple-trees this year was prodigious, and since garden-produce was included, Miss Mapp supposed she would have the right to fill hampers with what she couldn't eat and take them away at the end of her tenancy.

"I shouldn't have to buy an apple all winter," thought Miss Mapp. "And then fifteen guineas a week for eight weeks makes a hundred and twenty guineas, and subtract eight times eight which is sixty-four (I shall try to get it a little cheaper) which leaves - let me see . . ."

She arrived at the sumptuous remainder by tracing figures with the handle of her teaspoon on the table-cloth, and having written to the admirable tenants to say that she would be happy to let her house again at the same price, hurried to the house-agents to make enquiries. She could, of course, have gone to Diva direct, but it would not be pretty to haggle in person with so old a friend. She put on her most genial smile, and was artful.

"Good-morning, Mr Hassall," she said. "A cou

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