English Literature 1300-1399
'Won't go?' The Doctor smiled as he repeated the words. He was a humourist in his way; and there was an absurd side to the situation which rather amused him. 'Has this obstinate lady given you her name?' he inquired. 'No, sir. She refused to give any name -- she said she wouldn't keep you five minutes, and the matter was too important to wait till to-morrow. There she is in the consulting-room; and how to get her out again is more than I know.' Doctor Wybrow considered f...
This document contains chapters such as A Summons in the Night, Strange Instructions, and The Watchers.
I. Concerning mystics and mysticism.--II. St. Paul and St. John.--III. Clement of Alexandria.--IV. Dionysius the Areopagite.--V. Master Eckhart.--VI. Ruysbroeck.--VII. Suso.--VIII. Tauler.--IX. St. Teresa.--X. St. John of the Cross.--XI. Jacob Behmen.--XII. Peter Sterry
Mysticism
Excerpt: Chapter 1. THE COMING OF HAGAR. JACOB DIX was a pawnbroker, but not a Jew, notwithstanding his occupation and the Hebraic sound of his baptismal name. He was so old that no one knew his real age; so grotesque in looks that children jeered at him in the streets; so avaricious that throughout the neighborhood he was called ?Skinflint.? If he possessed any hidden good qualities to counterbalance his known bad ones, no person had ever discovered them, or even had ta...
English Literature 1800-1899
SMC Library's copy: 1913 printing)
Supplemental catalog subcollection information: American Libraries Collection; Historical Literature
This document contains chapters such as ?A Great Case,? The Coroner?s Inquest, and Facts And Deductions.
Excerpt: Part 1. I There is not, perhaps, in all Paris, a quieter street than the Rue St. Gilles in the Marais, within a step of the Place Royale. No carriages there; never a crowd. Hardly is the silence broken by the regulation drums of the Minims Barracks near by, by the chimes of the Church of St. Louis, or by the joyous clamors of the pupils of the Massin School during the hours of recreation.
A cloudy day: do you know what that is in a town of iron-works? The sky sank down before dawn, muddy, flat, immovable. The air is thick, clammy with the breath of crowded human beings. It stifles me. I open the window, and, looking out, can scarcely see t