Once, there was a large garden with many fruit trees. The gardener used to water the plants and trees regularly.One day, the gardener saw that one tree was dying. Its leaves had fallen. It was a barren tree now. He planned to cut down the tree.When the gardener went to the tree, he saw that […]
Story 4 (i) Mr Charles Salisbury One evening in autumn, when the deformities of London were veiled in faint blue mist, and its vistas and far-reaching streets seemed splendid, Mr. Charles Salisbury was slowly pacing down Rupert Street, drawing nearer to his favourite restaurant by slow degrees. His eyes were downcast in study of the
Story 3 (i) THE EXPERIMENT ‘I AM glad you came, Clarke; very glad indeed. I was not sure you could spare the time.’‘I was able to make arrangements for a few days; things are not very lively just now. But have you no misgivings, Raymond? Is it absolutely safe?’The two men were slowly pacing the
Story 2 (i) PROLOGUE‘SORCERY and sanctity,’ said Ambrose, ‘these are the only realities. Each is an ecstasy, a withdrawal from the common life.’Cotgrave listened, interested. He had been brought by a friend to this mouldering house in a northern suburb, through an old garden to the room where Ambrose the recluse dozed and dreamed over
Story 1 (i) The Darnells Edward Darnell awoke from a dream of an ancient wood, and of a clear well rising into grey film and vapour beneath a misty, glimmering heat; and as his eyes opened he saw the sunlight bright in the room, sparkling on the varnish of the new furniture. He turned and
There was a crow who lived on a tree. He was fond of eating the eggs of other birds. Whenever he saw eggs in other nests, he would fly there, destroy them and eat the eggs.The birds who suffered for his greed for eating eggs became his enemies. They stopped talking to him. The crow
Once, a cunning fox saw a crow sitting on the high branch of a tree with a piece of cake in its beak. He went and sat under the tree and began thinking of some possible way to make the crow drop the piece of cake to the ground.The fox thought of a ruse and
Chapter 10 My sense of how he received this suffered for a minute from something that I can describe only as a fierce split of my attention—a stroke that at first, as I sprang straight up, reduced me to the mere blind movement of getting hold of him, drawing him close, and, while I just
Chapter 9 Yet it was when she had got off—and I missed her on the spot—that the great pinch really came. If I had counted on what it would give me to find myself alone with Miles, I speedily perceived, at least, that it would give me a measure. No hour of my stay in
Chapter 8 The next day, after lessons, Mrs. Grose found a moment to say to me quietly: “Have you written, miss?”“Yes—I’ve written.” But I didn’t add—for the hour—that my letter, sealed and directed, was still in my pocket. There would be time enough to send it before the messenger should go to the village. Meanwhile
Chapter 7 I had so perfectly expected that the return of my pupils would be marked by a demonstration that I was freshly upset at having to take into account that they were dumb about my absence. Instead of gaily denouncing and caressing me, they made no allusion to my having failed them, and I
Sheikhchilli’s mother sent him to buy milk worth one anna. Those were the days when an anna bought things what today ten rupees can buy. It was Sheikhchilli’s first visit to the halwai shop where milk, tea and sweets were sold. When he arrived, the halwai was preparing to serve hot milk to a customer.He
Chapter 6 Walking to church a certain Sunday morning, I had little Miles at my side and his sister, in advance of us and at Mrs. Grose’s, well in sight. It was a crisp, clear day, the first of its order for some time; the night had brought a touch of frost, and the autumn
Chapter 5 The particular impression I had received proved in the morning light, I repeat, not quite successfully presentable to Mrs. Grose, though I reinforced it with the mention of still another remark that he had made before we separated. “It all lies in half a dozen words,” I said to her, “words that really
Chapter 4 What I had said to Mrs. Grose was true enough; there was in the matter I had put before her depths and possibilities that I lacked resolution to sound; so that when we met once more in the wonder of it we were of a common mind about the duty of resistance to