Novel Grove
Stories
15
Chapters
372
Words
1.3 M
Comments
0
Reading
4 d, 8 h
-
दूसरे दिन से सुमन ने चिक के पास खड़ा होना छोड़ दिया। खोंचेवाले आते और पुकार कर चले जाते। छैले गजल गाते हुए निकल जाते। चिक की आड़ में अब उन्हें कोई न दिखाई देता था। भोली ने कई बार बुलाया, लेकिन सुमन…-
178.8 K • Completed
-
-
दूसरे दिन सुमन नहाने न गई। सबेरे ही से अपनी एक रेशमी साड़ी की मरम्मत करने लगी। दोपहर को सुभद्रा की एक महरी उसे लेने आई। सुमन ने मन में सोचा था, गाड़ी आवेगी। उसका जी छोआ हो गया। वही हुआ जिसका उसे भय…
-
178.8 K • Completed
-
-
दरवाजे पर आकर सुमन सोचने लगी कि अब कहां जाऊं। गजाधर की निर्दयता से भी उसे इतना दु:ख न हुआ था, जितना इस समय हो रहा था। उसे अब मालूम हुआ कि मैंनेअपने घर से निकलकर बड़ी भूल की। मैं सुभद्रा के बल पर कूद…
-
178.8 K • Completed
-
-
पद्मसिंह के एक बड़े भाई मदनसिंह थे। वह घर का कामकाज देखते थे। थोड़ी-सी जमींदारी थी, कुछ लेन-देन करते थे। उनके एक ही लड़का था, जिसका नाम सदनसिंह था। स्त्री का नाम भामा था। मां-बाप का इकलौता लड़का…
-
178.8 K • Completed
-
-
So far I have been able to quote from the reports which I have forwarded during these early days to Sherlock Holmes. Now, however, I have arrived at a point in my narrative where I am compelled to abandon this method and to trust once more to my recollections, aided by the diary which I kept at the time. A few extracts from the latter will carry me on to those scenes which are indelibly fixed in every detail upon my memory. I proceed, then, from the morning which followed our abortive chase of the convict…-
59.4 K • Completed
-
-
The extract from my private diary which forms the last chapter has brought my narrative up to the eighteenth of October, a time when these strange events began to move swiftly towards their terrible conclusion. The incidents of the next few days are indelibly graven upon my recollection, and I can tell them without reference to the notes made at the time. I start them from the day which succeeded that upon which I had established two facts of great importance, the one that Mrs. Laura Lyons of Coombe…
-
59.4 K • Completed
-
-
For a moment or two I sat breathless, hardly able to believe my ears. Then my senses and my voice came back to me, while a crushing weight of responsibility seemed in an instant to be lifted from my soul. That cold, incisive, ironical voice could belong to but one man in all the world. “Holmes!” I cried—“Holmes!” “Come out,” said he, “and please be careful with the revolver.” I stooped under the rude lintel, and there he sat upon a stone outside, his gray eyes dancing with amusement as…
-
59.4 K • Completed
-
-
Sir Henry was more pleased than surprised to see Sherlock Holmes, for he had for some days been expecting that recent events would bring him down from London. He did raise his eyebrows, however, when he found that my friend had neither any luggage nor any explanations for its absence. Between us we soon supplied his wants, and then over a belated supper we explained to the baronet as much of our experience as it seemed desirable that he should know. But first I had the unpleasant duty of breaking the news…
-
59.4 K • Completed
-
-
One of Sherlock Holmes’s defects—if, indeed, one may call it a defect—was that he was exceedingly loath to communicate his full plans to any other person until the instant of their fulfilment. Partly it came no doubt from his own masterful nature, which loved to dominate and surprise those who were around him. Partly also from his professional caution, which urged him never to take any chances. The result, however, was very trying for those who were acting as his agents and assistants. I had…
-
59.4 K • Completed
-
-
It was the end of November, and Holmes and I sat, upon a raw and foggy night, on either side of a blazing fire in our sitting-room in Baker Street. Since the tragic upshot of our visit to Devonshire he had been engaged in two affairs of the utmost importance, in the first of which he had exposed the atrocious conduct of Colonel Upwood in connection with the famous card scandal of the Nonpareil Club, while in the second he had defended the unfortunate Mme. Montpensier from the charge of murder which hung…
-
59.4 K • Completed
-
-
The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought…-
32.6 K • Completed
-
-
I think that at that time none of us quite believed in the Time Machine. The fact is, the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him; you always suspected some subtle reserve, some ingenuity in ambush, behind his lucid frankness. Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Traveller’s words, we should have shown him far less scepticism. For we should have perceived his motives; a pork butcher could understand Filby.…
-
32.6 K • Completed
-
- Previous 1 … 20 21 22 … 31 Next
