Author: Joseph Sheridan Le FanuPublisher: Wordsworth Editions
ISBN: 9781853262180
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 192
Book Description
Includes tales which mostly appeared in The Dublin University Magazine and other periodicals.
Author: Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
Author: Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
Author: Joseph Sheridan Le FanuMadam Crowl's Ghost and Other Tales of Mystery
Author: Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le FanuPublisher: DigiCat
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 218
Book Description
An incredible collection of twelve horrifying short stories. Many of these ghost stories are set in Limerick, Ireland. The use of folklore gives them a compelling atmosphere, uniquely different from the gothic supernatural tales of the time.
Green Tea and Other Ghost Stories
Author: J. Sheridan LeFanuPublisher: Courier Dover Publications
ISBN: 0486158985
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 100
Book Description
Four chilling tales by the great Victorian master offer high craftsmanship, literary skill, and psychological penetration. Title story plus "Squire Toby's Will," "The Fortunes of Sir Robert Ardagh," and "Sir Dominick's Bargain."
Author: Joseph Sheridan Le FanuDickon the Devil
Author: Joseph Sheridan le FanuPublisher: Read Books Ltd
ISBN: 147337782X
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 18
Book Description
This early work by Sheridan Le Fanu was originally published in 1872. Born in Dublin in 1814, he came from a literary family of Huguenot origins; both his grandmother Alicia Sheridan Le Fanu and his great-uncle Richard Brinsley Sheridan were playwrights,
Author: Joseph Sheridan Le FanuThe Lady's Maid's Bell
Author: Edith WhartonPublisher: Createspace Independent Pub
ISBN: 9781482068887
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 32
Book Description
IT was the autumn after I had the typhoid. I'd been three months in hospital, and when I came out I looked so weak and tottery that the two or three ladies I applied to were afraid to engage me. Most of my money was gone, and after I'd boarded for two months, hanging about the employment-agencies, and answering any advertisement that looked any way respectable, I pretty nearly lost heart, for fretting hadn't made me fatter, and I didn't see why my luck should ever turn. It did though—or I thought so at the time. A Mrs. Railton, a friend of the lady that first brought me out to the States, met me one day and stopped to speak to me: she was one that had always a friendly way with her. She asked me what ailed me to look so white, and when I told her, "Why, Hartley," says she, "I believe I've got the very place for you. Come in to-morrow and we'll talk about it."
