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London, 1855There is a general hum of conversation whilst the guests arrive. Eleanor has made sure there is a good turnout this evening, in that part of the house which she calls The Assembly Room. She thinks of all those she admires, who give her strength, comfort, or inspiration, and invites them - members of her family, all the great and the good. None of them are alive, as such. But how can they be dead if she still thinks of them? She closes her ey...
England, 1791IDear Patriot, I am writing to you because I understand we share certain sympathies. I have important news concerning our cause. You must know that for our own safety, I cannot know who you are, nor can you know who I am. This letter has found its way to you thanks to a mutual friend who is keen that...
Last night was something of a disaster. It started out well enough. Alexander and I had gone to see a play put on by his twin sister, Eleanor, at the university’s theatrical club. I remember him coming to my door and asking if I wanted to come along in his usual stiff, matter-of-fact manner. He kept his hands behind his greatcoat and rocked slightly on hi...
MEDIEVAL MANUSCRIPT DATABASE Manuscripts > Digitised Manuscripts > French > XIV Century > 322-511 —----------------------------------------- ~ Access granted through your institution ~ —---------------------------------------- La Roche-Aiguille Manuscript BNF Ms-412 to 416
Coming along the mountain path I noticed something endearing About violets - Bashо̄ | 1644–1694 At peace I fly, as the country reels by. A pastoral vignette of England plays through the window as the ...
London, 1892 If he hurried, getting into the museum would be easy. Reginald Coleridge made brisk pace through the streets of London, inky, midnight darkness spilling heavily over the buildings and seeping into recesses and alleyways. Outposts of warm orange light glowed from windows and streetlamps, staving off the tw...
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