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Showing posts with label Henry James. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Henry James. Show all posts
Saturday, July 3, 2021
First Lines: Henry James - The Portrait of a Lady
Thursday, July 5, 2012
First Lines: Henry James - The Turn of the Screw
(art: Lynd Ward)
The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Cristmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be, I remember no comment uttered till somebody happened to say that it was the only case he had met in which such a visitation had fallen on a child.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
First Lines: Henry James - The Wings of the Dove
She waited, Kate Croy, for her father to come in, but he kept her unconscionably, and there were moments at which she showed herself, in the glass over the mantel, a face positively pale with the irritation that had brought her to the point of going away without sight of him.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
First Lines: Henry James - Washington Square
During a portion of the first half of the present century, and more particularly during the latter part of it, there flourished and practised in the city of New York a physician who enjoyed perhaps an exceptional share of the consideration which, in the United States, has always been bestowed upon distinguished members of the medical profession.
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