The Mystery of Edwin Drood

Echoes of Existence

Syed Mustahsan

शालीन

Shalini chauhan

अभय शंकर पाठक, संपादक, कृषि एवं किसान कल्याण मंत्रालय, भारत सरकार

ABHAY SHANKAR PATHAK, MINISTRY OF AGRICULTURE & FARMERS' WELFARE's Diary

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Bhupender Singh

The Serpent and The Rope

Raja rao

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A PAIR OF BLUE EYES

Thomas Hardy

Life’s Little Ironies

Thomas Hardy

The Return of Sherlock Holmes

Arthur Conan Doyle

THE WATSONS

Jane Austen

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CHAPTER I–THE DAWN

6 July 2023

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 here! There is no spike of rusty

CHAPTER II–A DEAN, AND A CHAPTER ALSO

6 July 2023

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 sedate and clerical company, two rooks will suddenl

CHAPTER III–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 these pages as Cloisterham. It was once

CHAPTER IV–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 jackass in Cloisterham is Mr. Tho

CHAPTER V–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 against the iron railing of the burial-ground enc

CHAPTER VI–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 weak little rushlights, as they were lighted), having br

CHAPTER VII–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 Canon repeated. ‘Almost nothing!’ ‘How cam

CHAPTER VIII–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, as if the battered old beau with th

CHAPTER IX–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 Twinkleton. Her remembrance of her own mother w

CHAPTER X–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 it is arrived at through no patient proc

CHAPTER XI–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 looking for the Old Bourne that has long

CHAPTER XII–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 vastness of the subject, he often takes an air

CHAPTER XIII–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 by the erudite Miss Twinkleton herself,

CHAPTER XIV–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 Cloisterham children, now the faces of men and women who come bac

CHAPTER XV–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. As he wanted his breakfast by

CHAPTER XVI–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 aspect, sat stiffly in a cha

CHAPTER XVII–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, until he could have audience of Mr. Honeythunder. In his college

CHAPTER XVIII–A SETTLER IN CLOISTERHAM