But what was more admirable in Babylon, and eclipsed everything else, was the only daughter of the king, named Formosanta. It was from her pictures and statues, that in succeeding times Praxiteles sculptured his Aphrodita, and the Venus of Medicis. Heavens! what a difference between the original and the copies! King Belus was prouder of his daughter than of his kingdom. She was eighteen years old....

But what was more admirable in Babylon, and eclipsed everything else, was the only daughter of the king, named Formosanta. It was from her pictures and statues, that in succeeding times Praxiteles sculptured his Aphrodita, and the Venus of Medicis. Heavens! what a difference between the original and the copies! King Belus was prouder of his daughter than of his kingdom. She was eighteen years old....

But what was more admirable in Babylon, and eclipsed everything else, was the only daughter of the king, named Formosanta. It was from her pictures and statues, that in succeeding times Praxiteles sculptured his Aphrodita, and the Venus of Medicis. Heavens! what a difference between the original and the copies! King Belus was prouder of his daughter than of his kingdom. She was eighteen years old....

But what was more admirable in Babylon, and eclipsed everything else, was the only daughter of the king, named Formosanta. It was from her pictures and statues, that in succeeding times Praxiteles sculptured his Aphrodita, and the Venus of Medicis. Heavens! what a difference between the original and the copies! King Belus was prouder of his daughter than of his kingdom. She was eighteen years old....

But what was more admirable in Babylon, and eclipsed everything else, was the only daughter of the king, named Formosanta. It was from her pictures and statues, that in succeeding times Praxiteles sculptured his Aphrodita, and the Venus of Medicis. Heavens! what a difference between the original and the copies! King Belus was prouder of his daughter than of his kingdom. She was eighteen years old....

We arrived at last at a wide cavern with an arched domelike roof. An aperture in the midst let in the light of heaven; but this was overgrown with brambles and underwood, which acted as a veil, obscuring the day, and giving a solemn religious hue to the apartment. It was spacious, and nearly circular, with a raised seat of stone, about the size of a Grecian couch, at one end. The only sign that li...

We arrived at last at a wide cavern with an arched domelike roof. An aperture in the midst let in the light of heaven; but this was overgrown with brambles and underwood, which acted as a veil, obscuring the day, and giving a solemn religious hue to the apartment. It was spacious, and nearly circular, with a raised seat of stone, about the size of a Grecian couch, at one end. The only sign that li...

We arrived at last at a wide cavern with an arched domelike roof. An aperture in the midst let in the light of heaven; but this was overgrown with brambles and underwood, which acted as a veil, obscuring the day, and giving a solemn religious hue to the apartment. It was spacious, and nearly circular, with a raised seat of stone, about the size of a Grecian couch, at one end. The only sign that li...

We arrived at last at a wide cavern with an arched domelike roof. An aperture in the midst let in the light of heaven; but this was overgrown with brambles and underwood, which acted as a veil, obscuring the day, and giving a solemn religious hue to the apartment. It was spacious, and nearly circular, with a raised seat of stone, about the size of a Grecian couch, at one end. The only sign that li...

We arrived at last at a wide cavern with an arched domelike roof. An aperture in the midst let in the light of heaven; but this was overgrown with brambles and underwood, which acted as a veil, obscuring the day, and giving a solemn religious hue to the apartment. It was spacious, and nearly circular, with a raised seat of stone, about the size of a Grecian couch, at one end. The only sign that li...

We arrived at last at a wide cavern with an arched domelike roof. An aperture in the midst let in the light of heaven; but this was overgrown with brambles and underwood, which acted as a veil, obscuring the day, and giving a solemn religious hue to the apartment. It was spacious, and nearly circular, with a raised seat of stone, about the size of a Grecian couch, at one end. The only sign that li...

We arrived at last at a wide cavern with an arched domelike roof. An aperture in the midst let in the light of heaven; but this was overgrown with brambles and underwood, which acted as a veil, obscuring the day, and giving a solemn religious hue to the apartment. It was spacious, and nearly circular, with a raised seat of stone, about the size of a Grecian couch, at one end. The only sign that li...

We arrived at last at a wide cavern with an arched domelike roof. An aperture in the midst let in the light of heaven; but this was overgrown with brambles and underwood, which acted as a veil, obscuring the day, and giving a solemn religious hue to the apartment. It was spacious, and nearly circular, with a raised seat of stone, about the size of a Grecian couch, at one end. The only sign that li...

We arrived at last at a wide cavern with an arched domelike roof. An aperture in the midst let in the light of heaven; but this was overgrown with brambles and underwood, which acted as a veil, obscuring the day, and giving a solemn religious hue to the apartment. It was spacious, and nearly circular, with a raised seat of stone, about the size of a Grecian couch, at one end. The only sign that li...

"The Real Thing," a tale of an artist and his models, a husband and wife in impoverished conditions willing to do anything to earn their keep. This story, often read as a parable, plays with the reality-illusion dichotomy that fascinated James, especially in the later stages of his career; "Sir Dominick Ferrand," in which struggling author Peter Baron's discovery of the secret letters of Dominick ...

"The Real Thing," a tale of an artist and his models, a husband and wife in impoverished conditions willing to do anything to earn their keep. This story, often read as a parable, plays with the reality-illusion dichotomy that fascinated James, especially in the later stages of his career; "Sir Dominick Ferrand," in which struggling author Peter Baron's discovery of the secret letters of Dominick ...

"The Real Thing," a tale of an artist and his models, a husband and wife in impoverished conditions willing to do anything to earn their keep. This story, often read as a parable, plays with the reality-illusion dichotomy that fascinated James, especially in the later stages of his career; "Sir Dominick Ferrand," in which struggling author Peter Baron's discovery of the secret letters of Dominick ...

"The Real Thing," a tale of an artist and his models, a husband and wife in impoverished conditions willing to do anything to earn their keep. This story, often read as a parable, plays with the reality-illusion dichotomy that fascinated James, especially in the later stages of his career; "Sir Dominick Ferrand," in which struggling author Peter Baron's discovery of the secret letters of Dominick ...

"The Real Thing," a tale of an artist and his models, a husband and wife in impoverished conditions willing to do anything to earn their keep. This story, often read as a parable, plays with the reality-illusion dichotomy that fascinated James, especially in the later stages of his career; "Sir Dominick Ferrand," in which struggling author Peter Baron's discovery of the secret letters of Dominick ...

"The Real Thing," a tale of an artist and his models, a husband and wife in impoverished conditions willing to do anything to earn their keep. This story, often read as a parable, plays with the reality-illusion dichotomy that fascinated James, especially in the later stages of his career; "Sir Dominick Ferrand," in which struggling author Peter Baron's discovery of the secret letters of Dominick ...

"The Real Thing," a tale of an artist and his models, a husband and wife in impoverished conditions willing to do anything to earn their keep. This story, often read as a parable, plays with the reality-illusion dichotomy that fascinated James, especially in the later stages of his career; "Sir Dominick Ferrand," in which struggling author Peter Baron's discovery of the secret letters of Dominick ...

"The Real Thing," a tale of an artist and his models, a husband and wife in impoverished conditions willing to do anything to earn their keep. This story, often read as a parable, plays with the reality-illusion dichotomy that fascinated James, especially in the later stages of his career; "Sir Dominick Ferrand," in which struggling author Peter Baron's discovery of the secret letters of Dominick ...

"The Real Thing," a tale of an artist and his models, a husband and wife in impoverished conditions willing to do anything to earn their keep. This story, often read as a parable, plays with the reality-illusion dichotomy that fascinated James, especially in the later stages of his career; "Sir Dominick Ferrand," in which struggling author Peter Baron's discovery of the secret letters of Dominick ...

And she thinks that lunatics can be cured by kindness; and springs a man called Jack Straw from Bedlam to foster his sanity in her own household. . . . Meanwhile, in Frankfurt, Fritz Keller, son of one of the other partners, has fallen in love with Minna Fontaine, daughter of a sinister widow whose husband made a lifetime study of poisons. But Keller's father disapproves of the girls's mother, Mad...

And she thinks that lunatics can be cured by kindness; and springs a man called Jack Straw from Bedlam to foster his sanity in her own household. . . . Meanwhile, in Frankfurt, Fritz Keller, son of one of the other partners, has fallen in love with Minna Fontaine, daughter of a sinister widow whose husband made a lifetime study of poisons. But Keller's father disapproves of the girls's mother, Mad...

And she thinks that lunatics can be cured by kindness; and springs a man called Jack Straw from Bedlam to foster his sanity in her own household. . . . Meanwhile, in Frankfurt, Fritz Keller, son of one of the other partners, has fallen in love with Minna Fontaine, daughter of a sinister widow whose husband made a lifetime study of poisons. But Keller's father disapproves of the girls's mother, Mad...

And she thinks that lunatics can be cured by kindness; and springs a man called Jack Straw from Bedlam to foster his sanity in her own household. . . . Meanwhile, in Frankfurt, Fritz Keller, son of one of the other partners, has fallen in love with Minna Fontaine, daughter of a sinister widow whose husband made a lifetime study of poisons. But Keller's father disapproves of the girls's mother, Mad...

And she thinks that lunatics can be cured by kindness; and springs a man called Jack Straw from Bedlam to foster his sanity in her own household. . . . Meanwhile, in Frankfurt, Fritz Keller, son of one of the other partners, has fallen in love with Minna Fontaine, daughter of a sinister widow whose husband made a lifetime study of poisons. But Keller's father disapproves of the girls's mother, Mad...

And she thinks that lunatics can be cured by kindness; and springs a man called Jack Straw from Bedlam to foster his sanity in her own household. . . . Meanwhile, in Frankfurt, Fritz Keller, son of one of the other partners, has fallen in love with Minna Fontaine, daughter of a sinister widow whose husband made a lifetime study of poisons. But Keller's father disapproves of the girls's mother, Mad...

And she thinks that lunatics can be cured by kindness; and springs a man called Jack Straw from Bedlam to foster his sanity in her own household. . . . Meanwhile, in Frankfurt, Fritz Keller, son of one of the other partners, has fallen in love with Minna Fontaine, daughter of a sinister widow whose husband made a lifetime study of poisons. But Keller's father disapproves of the girls's mother, Mad...

From "The Monkey's Paw": "What was that you started telling me the other day about a monkey's paw or something, Morris?" "Nothing," said the soldier, hastily. "Leastways nothing worth hearing." "Monkey's paw?" said Mrs. White, curiously. "Well, it's just a bit of what you might call magic, perhaps," said the sergeant-major, offhandedly. His three listeners leaned forward eagerly. The visitor absen...