Bøger af Henry Harland

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Excerpt from My Friend Prospero: A Novel The coachman' drew up his horses before the castle gateway, where their hoofs beat a sort of fan fare on the stone pavement; and the footman, letting himself smartly down, pulled, with a per emptory gesture that was just not quite a swagger, the bronze hand at the end of the dangling bell cord. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

The Lady Paramount is a novel written by Henry Harland. The story is set in the late 19th century and revolves around the life of a young American woman named Sybil Gerard. Sybil is a beautiful and wealthy heiress who is determined to live life on her own terms. She travels to Europe and becomes the talk of the town with her beauty and charm.Soon, Sybil meets a handsome Italian aristocrat named Prince Adalberto di Castelguelfo, who is instantly smitten with her. They fall in love and get engaged, but their happiness is short-lived when Sybil discovers that Adalberto is already married. Heartbroken, Sybil returns to America and tries to move on with her life.However, fate has other plans for Sybil when she meets another wealthy American named Jack Ruthven. Jack is everything Sybil could want in a man, and they fall in love. But their happiness is once again threatened when Adalberto resurfaces, determined to win Sybil back.The Lady Paramount is a captivating tale of love, betrayal, and the struggle to find happiness in a world where social conventions and expectations often dictate one's fate. Henry Harland's vivid descriptions of European high society and the characters' innermost thoughts and emotions make this novel a must-read for fans of romantic literature.1902. Novelist, short story writer, and literary editor of the Yellow Book, Harland�������s literary career falls into two distinct periods. During the first of these, using the pseudonym of Sidney Luska, he wrote a series of highly sensational novels, thrown off with little regard to literary quality. In the second he went through a metamorphosis and became an enthusiast in regard to style and the mot propre. The first novels of this new era, Mademoiselle Miss, Grey Roses, and Comedies and Errors, though obtaining the approval of the literary elect, had little general popularity. The tide turned with the appearance of The Cardinal�������s Snuff-box, which was widely admired. This was followed by this volume, The Lady Paramount, and My Friend Prospero.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

I had simply, I suppose, a change of heart, and it must have begun when I received my manuscript back from Mr. Pinhorn. Mr. Pinhorn was my chief, as he was called in the office: he had accepted the high mission of bringing the paper up. This was a weekly periodical, and had been supposed to be almost past redemption when he took hold of it. It was Mr. Deedy who had let it down so dreadfully-he was never mentioned in the office now save in connection with that misdemeanour. Young as I was I had been in a manner taken over from Mr. Deedy, who had been owner as well as editor; forming part of a promiscuous lot, mainly plant and office-furniture, which poor Mrs. Deedy, in her bereavement and depression, parted with at a rough valuation. I could account for my continuity only on the supposition that I had been cheap. I rather resented the practice of fathering all flatness on my late protector, who was in his unhonoured grave; but as I had my way to make I found matter enough for complacency in being on a staff. At the same time I was aware that I was exposed to suspicion as a product of the old lowering system. This made me feel that I was doubly bound to have ideas, and had doubtless been at the bottom of my proposing to Mr. Pinhorn that I should lay my lean hands on Neil Paraday. I remember that he looked at me first as if he had never heard of this celebrity, who indeed at that moment was by no means in the middle of the heavens; and even when I had knowingly explained he expressed but little confidence in the demand for any such matter. When I had reminded him that the great principle on which we were supposed to work was just to create the demand we required, he considered a moment and then rejoined: I see; you want to write him up.

My friend Prospero, a novel by Henry Harland. This book is a reproduction of the original book published in 1904 and may have some imperfections such as marks or hand-written notes.

How it was that I, being so young a man and not a very tactful one, was sent on such an errand is more than I should be able to explain. But many years ago some one came to me with a request that I should go that evening to a certain street at King's Cross, where would be found a poor lady in great distress; that I should take a small sum of money which was given to me for the purpose in a little packet which disguised all appearance of coin, present it to her as a parcel which I had been desired to deliver, and ask if there were any particular service that could be done for her. For my own information I was told that she was a beautiful Russian whose husband had barely contrived to get her out of the country, with her child, before his own arrest for some deep political offence of which she was more than cognisant, and that now she was living in desperate ignorance of his fate. Moreover, she was penniless and companionless, though not quite without friends; for some there were who knew of her husband and had a little help for her, though they were almost as poor as herself. But none of these dare approach her, so fearful was she of the danger of their doing so, either to themselves or her husband or her child, and so ignorant of the perfect freedom that political exiles could count upon in England. Then, said I, what expectation is there that she will admit me, an absolute stranger to her, who may be employed by the police for anything she knows to the contrary? The answer was: Of course that has been thought of. But you have only to send up your name, which, in the certainty that you would have no objection, has been communicated to her already. Her own name, in England, is Madame Vernet.

Henry Harland (1 March 1861 - 20 December 1905) was an American novelist and editor. He began writing under his own name and, in 1894, became the founding editor of The Yellow Book. The short story collections of this new period, A Latin Quarter Courtship (1889), Mademoiselle Miss (1893), Grey Roses (1895), and Comedies and Errors (1898), were praised by critics but had little general popularity. He finally achieved a wide readership with The Cardinal's Snuff-box (1900), which was followed by The Lady Paramount (1901) and My Friend Prospero (1903). His last novel, The Royal End (1909), was incomplete when he died. His wife finished it according to his notes.

Mea Culpa V1: A Woman's Last Word is a novel written by Henry Harland. The story revolves around a woman named Agatha Page, who is on her deathbed and wants to confess her past mistakes and secrets to her husband, Ralph St. Giles. The novel is set in the late 19th century and is divided into two parts. The first part is Agatha's confession, where she reveals her affair with Ralph's best friend, Lionel, and the subsequent events that led to her current state. The second part is Ralph's reaction to Agatha's confession and his attempt to come to terms with it. The novel explores themes of love, betrayal, forgiveness, and redemption. It is a poignant and emotional tale of a woman's last words and the impact they have on those around her. Harland's writing style is descriptive and lyrical, capturing the essence of the era and the characters' emotions. Mea Culpa V1: A Woman's Last Word is a must-read for anyone who enjoys historical fiction and compelling storytelling.In Three Volumes.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

I woke up very gradually this morning, and it took me a little while to bethink myself where I had slept-that it had not been in my own room in the Cromwell Road. I lay a-bed, with eyes half-closed, drowsily look looking forward to the usual procession of sober-hued London hours, and, for the moment, quite forgot the journey of yesterday, and how it had left me in Paris, a guest in the smart new house of my old friend, Nina Childe. Indeed, it was not until somebody tapped on my door, and I roused myself to call out 'Come in, ' that I noticed the strangeness of the wall-paper, and then, after an instant of perplexity, suddenly remembered. Oh, with a wonderful lightening of the spirit, I can tell you

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The Cardinal's Snuff Box is a thrilling historical fiction novel written by Henry Harland. The story is set in 18th century Venice and follows the life of a young Englishman named Brian Strange. Brian is a talented painter who has come to Venice to study art. He soon becomes embroiled in a mystery involving a stolen snuff box that once belonged to a powerful cardinal. As Brian delves deeper into the mystery, he finds himself caught up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with the thieves who stole the snuff box. Along the way, he meets a cast of colorful characters, including a beautiful Italian woman named Bianca and a mysterious man named Count Flavio. As the plot thickens, Brian must navigate the treacherous waters of Venetian society and use all of his wits and skills to solve the mystery of the snuff box. The Cardinal's Snuff Box is a gripping tale of intrigue, romance, and adventure that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the very end.""The trouble with him?"" Peter pondered. ""Oh, it would be too long and too sad a story. Should I anatomise him to you as he is, I must blush and weep, and you must look pale and wonder. He has pretty nearly every weakness, not to mention vices, that flesh is heir to. But as for conceit . . . let me see. He concurs in my own high opinion of his work, I believe; but I don't know whether, as literary men go, it would be fair to call him conceited. He belongs, at any rate, to the comparatively modest minority who do not secretly fancy that Shakespeare has come back to life.""This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

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Excerpt from Mademoiselle Miss.: To Which Is Added: The Funeral March of a Marionette the Prodigal Father a Sleeveless Errand a Light Sovereign Oh, we'll get news of her through Don Antonio. This was meant as facetious, and we all laughed, though rather feebly Don Antonio being an aged Italian model whom Miss had painted a good deal, and between whom and herself there was humorously supposed to have taken place a desperate flirtation. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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ilver gossamer, spangled with crystals. The friendly country westward, vineyards and white villas, laughed in the sun at the Gnisi, sulking black in shadow to the east. The lake lay deep and still, a dark sapphire. And away at the valley's end, Monte Sfiorito, always insubstantial-seeming, showed pale blue-grey, upon a sky in which still lingered some of the flush of dawn. It was a surprisingly jolly garden, true enough. But though Peter remained in it all day long--though he haunted the riverside, and cast a million desirous glances, between the trees, and up the lawns, towards Castel Ventirose--he enjoyed no briefest vision of the Duchessa di Santangiolo. Nor the next day; nor the next. "Why does n't that old dowager ever come down and look after her river?" he asked Marietta. "For all the attention she gives it, the water might be undermining her property on both sides." "That old dowager--?" repeated Marietta, blank. "That old widow woman--my landlady--the Duchessa Vedov

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