The Wings of the Dove
By Henry James
Milly Theale, a wealthy American heiress afflicted with a serious illness, becomes the target of a fortune-hunting scheme.
Table of Contents
TO THOMAS ARTHUR NELSON (LOTHIAN AND BORDER HORSE) My Dear Tommy, You and I have long cherished an affection for that elemental type of tale which Americans call the “dime novel”...
The Man Who Died I returned from the City about three o’clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life. I had been three months in the Old Country, and was fed up wit...
The Milkman Sets Out on his Travels I sat down in an armchair and felt very sick. That lasted for maybe five minutes, and was succeeded by a fit of the horrors. The poor staring w...
The Adventure of the Literary Innkeeper I had a solemn time travelling north that day. It was fine May weather, with the hawthorn flowering on every hedge, and I asked myself why,...
The Adventure of the Radical Candidate You may picture me driving that 40 h.p. car for all she was worth over the crisp moor roads on that shining May morning; glancing back at fi...
The Adventure of the Spectacled Roadman I sat down on the very crest of the pass and took stock of my position. Behind me was the road climbing through a long cleft in the hills,...
The Adventure of the Bald Archaeologist I spent the night on a shelf of the hillside, in the lee of a boulder where the heather grew long and soft. It was a cold business, for I h...
The Dry-Fly Fisherman I sat down on a hill-top and took stock of my position. I wasn’t feeling very happy, for my natural thankfulness at my escape was clouded by my severe bodily...
The Coming of the Black Stone I came down to breakfast next morning, after eight hours of blessed dreamless sleep, to find Sir Walter decoding a telegram in the midst of muffins a...
The Thirty-Nine Steps “Nonsense!” said the official from the Admiralty. Sir Walter got up and left the room while we looked blankly at the table. He came back in ten minutes with...
Various Parties Converging on the Sea A pink and blue June morning found me at Bradgate looking from the Griffin Hotel over a smooth sea to the lightship on the Cock sands which s...