A Haunted House and Other Short Stories

A Haunted House and Other Short Stories

Virginia Woolf

Language: English

Pages: 168

ISBN: 0156028034

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Virginia Woolf’s intention to publish her short stories is carried out in this volume, posthumously collected by her husband, Leonard Woolf. Containing six of eight stories from Monday or Tuesday, seven that appeared in magazines, and five other stories, the book makes available Virginia Woolf’s shorter works of fiction. Foreword by Leonard Woolf.

The Secret Garden

Death at Dawn (Liberty Lane, Book 1)

The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

A Handful of Dust

The Life of William Shakespeare: A Critical Biography

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

texture—all these objects lay across the snail’s progress between one stalk and another to his goal. Before he had decided whether to circumvent the arched tent of a dead leaf or to breast it there came past the bed the feet of other human beings. This time they were both men. The younger of the two wore an expression of perhaps unnatural calm; he raised his eyes and fixed them very steadily in front of him while his companion spoke, and directly his companion had done speaking he looked on the

forgetting her tea, wishing to go down there and then down there, remembering orchids and cranes among wild flowers, a Chinese pagoda and a crimson crested bird; but he bore her on. Thus one couple after another with much the same irregular and aimless movement passed the flower-bed and were enveloped in layer after layer of green blue vapour, in which at first their bodies had substance and a dash of colour, but later both substance and colour dissolved in the green-blue atmosphere. How hot it

private gentleman?” He said he would prefer to lay the case before his brother officers. She replied haughtily that she could not wait. He praised her sensibility. “Let me see,” he cried suddenly, “did your father keep a carriage?” “No,” she said. “Or a riding horse!” “We had a donkey,” she bethought her, “which drew the mowing machine.” At this his face lighted. “My mother’s name—” she added. “For God’s sake, man, don’t mention your mother’s name!” he shrieked, trembling like an aspen

better go back and try again.” Some three months later it happened that I was sitting alone when Castalia entered. I don’t know what it was in the look of her that so moved me; but I could not restrain myself, and, dashing across the room, I clasped her in my arms. Not only was she very beautiful; she seemed also in the highest spirits. “How happy you look!” I exclaimed, as she sat down. “I’ve been at Oxbridge,” she said. “Asking questions?” “Answering them,” she replied. “You have not

heart of an atom, and embraces the universe in his speculations, a murmur of admiration burst from our lips. “We are proud,” we cried, “that our mothers sacrificed their youth in such a cause as this!” Castalia, who had been listening intently, looked prouder than all the rest. Then Jane reminded us that we had still much to learn, and Castalia begged us to make haste. On we went through a vast tangle of statistics. We learnt that England has a population of so many millions, and that such and

Download sample

Download