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CHAPTER XXXIII When Mr. St. John went, it was beginning to snow; the whirling storm continued all night. The next day a keen wind brought...

CHAPTER XXVIII Two days are passed. It is a summer evening; the coachman has set me down at a place called Whitcross; he could take me no...

CHAPTER XXV The month of courtship had wasted: its very last hours were being numbered. There was no putting off the day that...

CHAPTER XXI Presentiments are strange things! and so are sympathies; and so are signs; and the three combined make one mystery to which...

CHAPTER XVIII Merry days were these at Thornfield Hall; and busy days too: how different from the first three months of stillness,...

CHAPTER XIV For several subsequent days I saw little of Mr. Rochester. In the mornings he seemed much engaged with business, and, in the...

CHAPTER VIII Ere the half-hour ended, five o’clock struck; school was dismissed, and all were gone into the refectory to tea. I now...

CHAPTER I There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the...

CHAPTER XVI It was a very great relief to Emma to find Harriet as desirous as herself to avoid a meeting. Their intercourse was painful...

CHAPTER X One morning, about ten days after Mrs. Churchill’s decease, Emma was called downstairs to Mr. Weston, who “could not stay five...

VOLUME III CHAPTER I A very little quiet reflection was enough to satisfy Emma as to the nature of her agitation on hearing this news of...

CHAPTER XVI Every body in and about Highbury who had ever visited Mr. Elton, was disposed to pay him attention on his marriage....

CHAPTER VIII Frank Churchill came back again; and if he kept his father’s dinner waiting, it was not known at Hartfield; for Mrs. Weston...

VOLUME II CHAPTER I Emma and Harriet had been walking together one morning, and, in Emma’s opinion, had been talking enough of Mr. Elton...

CHAPTER IX Mr. Knightley might quarrel with her, but Emma could not quarrel with herself. He was so much displeased, that it was longer...

VOLUME I CHAPTER I Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the...

Mowgli’s Song THAT HE SANG AT THE COUNCIL ROCK WHEN HE DANCED ON SHERE KHAN’S HIDE The Song of Mowgli—I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the...

Road-Song of the Bandar-Log Here we go in a flung festoon, Half-way up to the jealous moon! Don’t you envy our pranceful bands? Don’t you...

Kaa’s Hunting His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo’s pride. Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known...

Mowgli’s Brothers Now Rann the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free— The herds are shut in byre and hut For loosed till...