The twelve adventurers, and other storiesBrontë, Charlotte
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The twelve adventurers, and other stories
Brontë, Charlotte
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
Here I certainly heard the music of a very sweet and mellow horn.
At that instant the ring which I held in my hand melted and became
like a drop of dew, which trickled down my fingers and falling on
the dead leaves spread around, vanished.
Having now no further business I immediately quitted the valley and
returned home…
Being very tired and sleepy I retired to bed. As I have no doubt
my reader is by this time in much the same state, I bid him good-bye.
CHARLOTTE BRONTË,
_December 18th_, 1830.
From _Visits in Verreopolis_, vol. II. chap. ii., by the Honourable
Charles Albert Florian, Lord Wellesley, aged ten years. Published
by Sergeant Bud. The tale is related by, and is a passage from the
early life of, Captain Bud, the father of the fictitious publisher.—C.
W. H.
LOVE AND JEALOUSY
NO title was given by Charlotte Brontë to this story, which was probably
intended as a sequel to the short drama printed on pp. 95-104.
The original manuscript has been divided into two parts, one sheet
of four pages having been removed and certain words erased (see footnotes
on pages 126 and 129), apparently in an attempt to make it appear
as two separate and complete manuscripts. The missing words have
been obtained from a transcript made before the manuscript was mutilated.
C. W. H.
LOVE AND JEALOUSY
IN the autumn of the year 1831, being weary of study, and the melancholy
solitude of the vast streets and mighty commercial marts of our great
Babel, and being fatigued with the ever-resounding thunder of the
sea, with the din of a thousand self-moving engines, with the dissonant
cries of all nations, kindreds, and tongues, congregated together
in the gigantic emporium of commerce, of arts, of God-like wisdom,
of boundless learning, and of superhuman knowledge; being dazzled
with continually beholding the glory, the power, the riches, dominion,
and radiant beauty of the city which sitteth like a queen upon the
waters; in one word, being tired of Verdopolis and all its magnificence,
I determined on a trip into the country.
Accordingly, the day after this resolution was formed, I rose with
the sun, collected a few essential articles of dress, etc., packed
them neatly in a light knapsack, arranged my apartment, partook of
a wholesome repast, and then, after locking the door and delivering
the key to my landlady, I set out with a light heart and joyous step.
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