It is natural to suppose that the arrival of the new Rector was a rather exciting event for Carlingford. It is a considerable town, it is true, nowadays, but then there are no alien activities to dist...

It is natural to suppose that the arrival of the new Rector was a rather exciting event for Carlingford. It is a considerable town, it is true, nowadays, but then there are no alien activities to dist...

A month later, Mr. Proctor had got fairly settled in his new rectory, with a complete modest establishment becoming his means⁠—for Carlingford was a tolerable living. And in the newly-furnished sober ...

Matters went on quietly for some time without any catastrophe occurring to the Rector. He had shut himself up from all society, and declined the invitations of the parishioners for ten long days at le...

Such a blessed exemption, however, was not to be hoped for. When the Rector was solemnly sent for from his very study to visit a poor man who was not expected to live many days, he put his prayerbook ...

Young Dr. Rider lived in the new quarter of Carlingford: had he aimed at a reputation in society, he could not possibly have done a more foolish thing; but such was not his leading motive. The young m...

Young Dr. Rider lived in the new quarter of Carlingford: had he aimed at a reputation in society, he could not possibly have done a more foolish thing; but such was not his leading motive. The young m...

Next morning Dr. Rider rose mightily vexed with himself, as was to be supposed. He was half an hour late for breakfast: he had a headache, his hand shook, and his temper was “awful.” Before he was dre...

Next day Dr. Rider audibly congratulated himself at breakfast upon having once more his house to himself⁠—audibly, as if it were really necessary to give utterance to the thought before he could quite...

“Take me down this long pretty road. There must be delicious houses inside the walls. Look here; drive slowly, and let us have a peep in at this open door,” said Nettie. “How sweet and cosy! and who i...

St. Roque’s Cottage was considered rather a triumph of local architecture. A Carlingford artist had built it “after” the Church, which was one of Gilbert Scott’s churches, and perfect in its way, so t...

Affairs went on in Carlingford with the usual commonplace pertinacity of human affairs. Notable events happened but seldom in anybody’s life, and matters rolled back into their ordinary routine, or fo...

With the dawn of the morning, however, and the few hours’ hurried rest which Edward Rider was able to snatch after his labours, other sentiments arose in his mind. It was quite necessary to see how th...

Such a parting, however, is sadly apt to lead to future meetings. Notwithstanding his smouldering quarrel with Fred, which was always ready to burst out afresh, Dr. Rider would not give up coming to S...

Another life and a changed world! What small matters sometimes bring about that sudden disenchantment! Two or three words exchanged without much thought⁠—one figure disappearing out of the landscape⁠—...

When Nettie opened the door of the sleeping house with the great key she had carried with her in her early dreadful expedition, there was still nobody stirring in the unconscious cottage. She paused a...

That dreadful day ebbed over slowly⁠—tedious, yet so full of events and dismal business that it looked like a year rather than a day. The necessary investigations were got through without any special ...

In a few days all this solemn crisis was over, and life went on again in its ordinary tame current, closing over the dishonoured grave where Fred found his rest, henceforward nameless in the world tha...

It was some months after the time of this conversation when a man, unlike the usual aspect of man in Carlingford, appeared at the inn with a carpetbag, and asked his way to St. Roque’s Cottage. Beards...

“Well, it’s to be hoped she’s going to do well for herself⁠—that’s all we’ve got to do with it, eh? I suppose so,” said Mr. Wodehouse; “she’s nothing to you, is she, but a little girl you’ve taken a d...

It was not long before the doctor was made aware of the ghost in his troubled path. Nobody in Carlingford could meet the big Bushman in those streets, which always looked too narrow for him, without a...

Nettie had taken her resolution all at once. Breathless in sudden conviction, angry, heated, yet seeing in the midst of her excitement no help but an immediate action, the hasty little woman had darte...

When the red gleams of the early sunshine shone into that window from which Nettie had looked out last night, the wintry light came in with agitating revelations not simply upon another morning, but u...

“I always thought there was good in him by his looks,” said Miss Wodehouse, standing in the porch of St. Roque’s, after the wedding-party had gone away. “To think he should have come in such a sweet w...