Release Date November 27 2011: 3362 books

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. My endeavor has been to tell a simple story, preserving as closely as possible the spirit and feeling of the original. I have tried, as it were, to take the play to pieces, and build a novel out of the same material....

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. Dr Finn, of Killaloe, in county Clare, was as well known in those parts - the confines, that is, of the counties Clare, Limerick, Tipperary, and Galway - as was the bishop himself who lived in the same town, and...

When the dreadful thing occurred that night, every one turned on me. The injustice of it hurt me most. They said I got up the dinner, that I asked them to give up other engagements and come, that I promised all kinds of jollification, if they would come; and then when they did come and got in the papers...

I DEDICATE THE FORSYTE SAGA IN ITS ENTIRETY,

In the last day of May in the early 'nineties, about six o'clock of the evening, old Jolyon Forsyte sat under the oak tree below the terrace of his house at Robin Hill. He was waiting for the midges to bite him, before abandoning the glory of the afternoon. His thin brown hand, where blue veins stood...

IVY. [From the seat] I picked these for yu, Mr. Strangway.

SIR WILLIAM. Well, Freda! Nice roses. Who are they for?

The action passes in Wellwyn's Studio, and the street outside.

Through the massive skylight illuminating the hall at Robin Hill, the July sunlight at five o'clock fell just where the broad stairway turned; and in that radiant streak little Jon Forsyte stood, blue-linen-suited. His hair was shining, and his eyes, from beneath a frown, for he was considering how to...

LADY ELLA. Don't bring Hannibal in till I know where she's put Edward!

WAITER. [Approaching a table whereat sit an English traveller and his wife] Two coffee?

PAYNTER. She and the Governor don't hit it! One of these days she'll flit— you'll see. I like her— she's a lady; but these thoroughbred 'uns— it's their skin and their mouths. They'll go till they drop if they like the job, and if they don't, it's nothing but jib— jib— jib. How was it down there before she married him?

I At the door of St. George's registry office, Charles Clare Winton strolled forward in the wake of the taxi-cab that was bearing his daughter away with “the fiddler fellow” she had married. His sense of decorum forbade his walking with Nurse Betty— the only other witness of the wedding. A stout...

In the afternoon of the last day of April, 190-, a billowy sea of little broken clouds crowned the thin air above High Street, Kensington. This soft tumult of vapours, covering nearly all the firmament, was in onslaught round a patch of blue sky, shaped somewhat like a star, which still gleamed— a...