The Mystery of Edwin Drood
By Dickens, Charles
Classic work by Dickens, Charles.
Table of Contents
THE DAWN An ancient English Cathedral Tower? How can the ancient English Cathedral tower be here! The well-known massive gray square tower of its old Cathedral? How can that be he...
A DEAN, AND A CHAPTER ALSO Whosoever has observed that sedate and clerical bird, the rook, may perhaps have noticed that when he wings his way homeward towards nightfall, in a sed...
THE NUNS’ HOUSE For sufficient reasons, which this narrative will itself unfold as it advances, a fictitious name must be bestowed upon the old Cathedral town. Let it stand in the...
MR. SAPSEA Accepting the Jackass as the type of self-sufficient stupidity and conceit—a custom, perhaps, like some few other customs, more conventional than fair—then the purest j...
MR. DURDLES AND FRIEND John Jasper, on his way home through the Close, is brought to a stand-still by the spectacle of Stony Durdles, dinner-bundle and all, leaning his back again...
PHILANTHROPY IN MINOR CANON CORNER The Reverend Septimus Crisparkle (Septimus, because six little brother Crisparkles before him went out, one by one, as they were born, like six ...
MORE CONFIDENCES THAN ONE “I know very little of that gentleman, sir,” said Neville to the Minor Canon as they turned back. “You know very little of your guardian?” the Minor Can...
DAGGERS DRAWN The two young men, having seen the damsels, their charges, enter the courtyard of the Nuns’ House, and finding themselves coldly stared at by the brazen door-plate, ...
BIRDS IN THE BUSH Rosa, having no relation that she knew of in the world, had, from the seventh year of her age, known no home but the Nuns’ House, and no mother but Miss Twinklet...
SMOOTHING THE WAY It has been often enough remarked that women have a curious power of divining the characters of men, which would seem to be innate and instinctive; seeing that i...
A PICTURE AND A RING Behind the most ancient part of Holborn, London, where certain gabled houses some centuries of age still stand looking on the public way, as if disconsolately...
A NIGHT WITH DURDLES When Mr. Sapsea has nothing better to do, towards evening, and finds the contemplation of his own profundity becoming a little monotonous in spite of the vast...
The sound of a closing house-door strikes their ears, and two men come out. These are Mr. Crisparkle and Neville. Jasper, with a strange and sudden smile upon his face, lays the pa...
BOTH AT THEIR BEST Miss Twinkleton’s establishment was about to undergo a serene hush. The Christmas recess was at hand. What had once, and at no remote period, been called, even ...
WHEN SHALL THESE THREE MEET AGAIN? Christmas Eve in Cloisterham. A few strange faces in the streets; a few other faces, half strange and half familiar, once the faces of Cloisterh...
IMPEACHED Neville Landless had started so early and walked at so good a pace, that when the church-bells began to ring in Cloisterham for morning service, he was eight miles away....
DEVOTED When John Jasper recovered from his fit or swoon, he found himself being tended by Mr. and Mrs. Tope, whom his visitor had summoned for the purpose. His visitor, wooden of...
PHILANTHROPY, PROFESSIONAL AND UNPROFESSIONAL Full half a year had come and gone, and Mr. Crisparkle sat in a waiting-room in the London chief offices of the Haven of Philanthropy...
A SETTLER IN CLOISTERHAM At about this time a stranger appeared in Cloisterham; a white-haired personage, with black eyebrows. Being buttoned up in a tightish blue surtout, with a...
SHADOW ON THE SUN-DIAL Again Miss Twinkleton has delivered her valedictory address, with the accompaniments of white-wine and pound-cake, and again the young ladies have departed ...
A FLIGHT Rosa no sooner came to herself than the whole of the late interview was before her. It even seemed as if it had pursued her into her insensibility, and she had not had a ...
A RECOGNITION Nothing occurred in the night to flutter the tired dove; and the dove arose refreshed. With Mr. Grewgious, when the clock struck ten in the morning, came Mr. Crispar...
A GRITTY STATE OF THINGS COMES ON Mr. Tartar’s chambers were the neatest, the cleanest, and the best-ordered chambers ever seen under the sun, moon, and stars. The floors were scr...
THE DAWN AGAIN Although Mr. Crisparkle and John Jasper met daily under the Cathedral roof, nothing at any time passed between them having reference to Edwin Drood, after the time,...