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liveryvox.org recording by ian stewart rosanna victoria australia stories in grey by barry payne section one smith percy bellows was not actually idle had a good deal of ability and wished to make money but at the age of 35 he had not made it he had been articled to a solicitor and in his own phrase had turned it down he had neglected the regular channels of education which were open to him he could give a conjuring entertainment for an hour and though his tricks were stock tricks they were done in the neat professional manner he could play the cornet and the violin neither of them very well he could dance a breakdown he had made himself useful in a touring theatrical company but he could not spell correctly and his grammar was not always beyond reproach he disliked regularity he could not go to the same office at the same time every morning he was thriftless and he had been but was no longer intemperate he was a big man with smooth black hair and a heavy moustache and he had the manners of a bully at the age of 35 he considered his position he was at that time traveling the country as a hypnotic entertainer under the name of dr sanders bell at each of his entertainments he issued a 10 000 pound challenge not having at the time ten thousand pence in the world he employed confederates and he had to pay them it was not a good business at all his gains in one town were always being swallowed up by his losses in another his confederates gave him constant trouble but though he turned things over for long in his mind he could see nothing else to take up there is no money nowadays for a conjurer without originality an indifferent musician or passable actor his hypnotic entertainment would have been no good in london but it did earn just enough to keep him going in the provinces also percy bellows had an ordinary human weakness he liked to be regarded with awe as a man of mystery even off the stage he acted his part he had talked delirious science to agitated landladies in cheap lodgings in many towns testing was a small place and percy bellows thought that he had done very well after a one night show to cover his expenses and put four pounds in his pocket he remained in the town on the following day because he wished to see a man who had answered his advertisement for a confederate assistance to a hypnotic entertainer was the phrase mr bellows had used for it he was stopping at the victoria hotel it was the only hotel in the place and it was quite bad but percy bellows was used to that a long course of touring had habituated him to doubtful eggs and indistinguishable coffee this morning he faced a singularly repulsive breakfast without quailing he was even cheerful and conversational with a slattenly maid who waited on him so you saw the show last night he said yes sir i did and very wonderful it was there's never been anything like it intestine not in my memory oh my dear will you watch this he picked up the two boiled eggs which had been placed before him he held one into the ear where it vanished he swallowed the other one whole he then produced them both from avars on the mantelpiece well i never said the maid i wonder if there's anything you can't do sir just one or two things said mr bellows sardonically by the way my dear if a man comes here this morning and asks for me i want to see him he consulted a soiled letter which he had taken from his pocket the name smeath mr smith arrived in fact before bellows had finished his breakfast and was told he could come in he was a man of extraordinary appearance he was a dwarf with a slightly hunched back his hands were sized too large for him and were always restless his expression was one of snarling subservience...

Short Ghost and Horror Collection Lot 249 pt 1 Conan Doyle Free Scary Audiobooks Public Domain.
part one of lot number 249 by arthur conan doyle this is a libre box recording all wee bree box recordings are in the public domain for more information or volunteer please visit librevox.org lot number 249 by arthur conan doyle of the dealings of edward bellingham with william monk house lee and of the cause of the great terror of abercrombie smith it may be that no absolute and final judgment will ever be delivered it is true that we have the full and clear narrative of smith himself and such corroboration as he could look for from thomas stiles the serpent from the reverend plum tree peterson that low of olds and from such other people as chance to gain some passing glance at this or that incident in a singular chain of events yeah the main the story must rest upon smith alone and the most will think that it is more likely that one brain however outwardly sane has some subtle warp in its texture some strange fall in its workings than that the path of nature has been overstepped in open day and so fame the center of learning and light as the university of oxford yet when we think how narrow and how devious this path of nature is how dimly we can trace it for all our lamps of science and how from the darkness which occurs at round great and terrible possibilities whomever shadowly upwards is a bold and confident man who will put a limit to the strange bypass into which the human spirit may wander in a certain wing of what we will call old college in oxford there is a corner turret of an exceeding great age the heavy arch which spans the open door has bent downwards in the center under the weight of its ears and the gray like and blotched blocks of stone are bound and knitted together with wives and strand of ivy as though the old mother had set herself to brace him up against wind and weather from a door stone stair curves upward spirally passing two landings and terminating our third one it steps off shapeless and hollowed by the churn of so many generations of the seekers after knowledge life has flowed like water down this winding stair and water like has left these smooth worn grooves behind it from the long gowned pedantic skulls of planting it days down to the young bloods of a later age how full and strong had been that tide of young english life and what was left now of all those hopes those strivings those fiery energies save here and there in some old world church yard a few scratches upon stone and perchance a handful of dust in a motoring coffin yet here were the silent stair on the gray old wall with bend and sawtire and many other herald if you buy still to be right upon its surface like grotesque shadows thrown back from the days that had passed in the month of may in the year 1884 three young men occupied the sets of rooms which opened onto the separate landings of the old stair each set consisted simply of a state room and a bedroom while two corresponding rooms upon the ground floor were used the one is a call seller and the other is the living room of the servant or scout thomas stiles whose duty it was to wait upon the three men above them to ride intellect was a line of lecture rooms and of offices so the dwellers in the old turret enjoyed a certain seclusion which made the chambers popular among the more studious undergraduates such were the three who occupied them now however crappy smith above and word bellingham beneath them and william monk house lee upon the lowest story it was 10 o'clock on a bright spring night an abercrombie smith lay back in his armchair his feet upon the fender and his briar root pipe between his lips in his similar chair and equally a disease they are lounged on the other side of the fireplace's old school friend jeffrell hasty both men were in flannels where they had spent their evening upon the river but apart from their dress no one could look at their hard-cut alert...

The Secret Tomb by Maurice Leblanc 2 Dorothy's Circus Free Audiobook Adult Book Club.
chapter 2 of the secret tomb by maurice leblanc this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter 2 dorothy's circus the chateau situated at no great distance from dawn front in the most rugged district of the picturesque department of the orn only received the name of robert in the course of the 18th century earlier it took its name of the chateau de chagni from the village which was grouped round it the village green is in fact only a prolongation of the courtyard of the chateau when the iron gates are opened the two form an esplanade constructed over the ancient moat from which one descends on the right and left by steep slopes the inner courtyard circular and enclosed by two battlemented walls which run to the buildings of the chateau is adorned by a fine old fountain of dolphins and sirens and a sundial set up on a rockery in the worst taste dorothy's circus passed through the village preceded by its band that is to say that castor and pollux did their best to wreck their lungs in the effort to extract the largest possible number of false notes from two trumpets saint quentin had to raid himself in a black satin doublet and carried over his shoulder the trident which so oswald beasts and a placard which announced that the performance would take place at three o'clock dorothy standing upright on the roof of the caravan directed one-eyed magpie with four reins wearing the majestic air of one driving a royal coach already a dozen vehicles stood on the esplanade and round them the showmen were busily setting up their canvas tents and swings and wooden horses etc dorothy's circus made no such preparations its directness went to the mayor's office to have her license be saved while saint quentin unharnessed one-eyed magpie and the two musicians changed their profession and set about cooking the dinner the captain slept on towards noon the crowd began to flock in from all the neighboring villages after the meal saint quentin castor and pollux took a siesta beside the caravan dorothy again went off she went down into the ravine examined the slab over the excavation went up out of it again moved among the groups of peasants and strolled about the gardens round the chateau and everywhere else that one was allowed to go well how's your search getting on said saint quentin when she returned to the caravan she appeared thoughtful and slowly she explained the chateau which has been empty for a long while belongs to the family of shagni roberte of which the last representative count octave a man about 40 married 12 years ago a very rich woman after the war the count and countess restored and modernized the chateau yesterday evening they had a housewarming to which they invited a large party of guests who went away at the end of the evening today they're having a kind of popular housewarming for the villagers and as regards this name of robbery have you learned anything nothing i'm still quite ignorant why my father uttered it so that we can get away directly after the performance said saint quentin who was very eager to depart i don't know we'll see i found out some rather queer things have they anything to do with your father no she said with some hesitation nothing to do with him nevertheless i should like to look more closely into the matter when there is darkness anywhere there's no knowing what it may hide i should like she remained silent for a long time at last she went on in a serious tone looking straight into saint quentin's face listen you have confidence in me haven't you you know that i'm quite sensible at bottom and very prudent you know that i have a certain amount of intuition and good eyes that see a little more than most people see well i've got a strong feeling that i ought to remain here because of the name of robbery because of that and for other reasons which will compel me perhaps according to circumstances to...

Short Mystery and Suspense Collection 3 The Cheated Juliet Free Audiobook Short Public Domain.
the cheated juliet by q this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by annie mars the cheated juliet extracted from the memoirs of a retired burglar the house in question was what peter the scholar who corrects my proof sheets calls one of the runesberry sort the front facing a street and the back looking over a turf garden with a lime tree or two a lebanon and a lawn tennis court marked out it's white lions playing to see in the starlight at the end of the garden a door painted dark green led into a narrow lane between high walls where if two persons met one had to turn sideways to let the other pass the entrance to this lane was cut in two by a wooden post about half the height of your hip and just beyond this in the high road george was waiting for us with dog cart we had picked the usual time the dinner hour it had just turned dark and the church clock two straights away was chiming the quarter after eight when peter and i let ourselves in by the green door i spoke of and felt along the wall for the gardener's ladder that we knew was hanging there a simpler job there never was the bedroom window we had marked on the first floor stood right open to the night air and inside there was the light of a candle or two flickering just as a careless maid will leave them after her mistress has gone down to dinner to be sure there was a chance of her coming back to put them out but we could hear her voice going in the servant's hall as we lifted the ladder and rested it against the sill she's good for half an hour yet peter whispered holding the letter while i began to climb but if i hear her voice stop i'll give the signal to be cautious i went up softly pushed my head gently above the level of the seal and looked in it was a roomy place with a great half-tested bed hung with curtains standing out from the wall on my right the curtains were of chins a dark background with flaming red poppies sprawling over it and the further curtain hid the dressing table and the candles upon it and the jewel case that i confidently hoped to stand upon it also a bright brussels carpet covered the floor and the wallpaper i remember though for the life of me i can't tell why was a pale grey ground worked out to imitate watered silk with sprigs of gilt honeysuckle upon it i looked round and listened for half a minute the house was still as death up here not a sound in the room or in the passages beyond with a nod to peter to hold the ladder firm i lifted one leg over the sill then the other dropped my feet carefully upon the thick carpet and went quickly around the bed to the dressing table but at the corner and as soon as ever i saw around the chin's curtain my knees gave way and i put out a hand toward the bed post before the dressing table and in front of the big glass in which she could see my white face was an old lady seated she wore a blaze of jewels and a low gown out of which rose the scraggiest neck and shoulders i ever looked upon her hell was thick with black dye and fastened with a diamond star the powder between the two candles showed her cheekbones like flower on a miller's coat chin on hand she was gazing steadily into the mirror before her and even in my fright i had time to note a glass of sherry and a plate of rice and curry stood at her elbow among the rouge pots and powder puffs while i stood stuck still and pretty well scared out of my wits she rose still staring at my image in the glass folded her hands modestly over her bosom and spoke in a deep tragical voice the prince then facing sharply around she held out her thin arms you have come at last there wasn't much to say to this except that i had so i confessed it even with the candles behind her i could see her eyes glowing like a dog's and an uglier poor creature this...

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde 2 Free Audiobooks Plays Prose Tale Teller Books.
chapter four of the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde chapter four

one afternoon a month later dorian gray was reclining in a luxurious armchair in the little library of lord henry's house in mayfair it was in its way a very charming room with its high paneled wainscoting of olive stained oak its cream-colored freeze and sealing of raised plaster work and its brick dust felt carpet strewn with silk long fringed persian rugs on a tiny satin wood table stood as statuette by claudio and beside it lay a copy of lisa nouvelle bound for margaret of valois by clavice ev and powdered with the guilt daisies that queen had selected for her device some large blue china jars and parrot tulips were ranged on the mantel shelf and through the small leaded panes of the window streamed the apricot coloured light of a summer day in london lord henry had not yet come in he was always late on principle his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time so the lad was looking rather sulky as with listless fingers he turned over the pages of an elaborately illustrated edition of manolesco that he had found in one of the book cases the formal monotonous ticking of the louis qatar's clock annoyed him once or twice he thought of going away at last he had a step outside and the door opened how late you are harry he murmured i am afraid it is not harry mr gray answered a shrill voice he glanced quickly round and rose to his feet i beg your pardon i thought you thought it was my husband it is only his wife you must let me introduce myself i know you quite well by your photographs i think my husband has got 17 of them not 17 lady henry well eighteen then and i saw you with him the other night at the opera she laughed nervously as she spoke and watched him with her vague forget-me-not eyes she was a curious woman whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest she was usually in love with somebody and as her passion was never returned she had kept all her illusions she tried to look picturesque but only succeeded in being untidy her name was victoria and she had a perfect mania for going to church that was it lowengren lady henry i think yes it was at dear lauren grin i like wagner's music better than anybody's it is so loud that one can talk the whole time without other people hearing what one says that is a great advantage don't you think so mr gray the same nervous staccato laugh broke from her thin lips and her fingers began to play with a long tortoiseshell paper knife dorian smiled and shook his head i'm afraid i don't think so lady henry i never talk during music at least during good music if one hears bad music it is one's duty to drown it in conversation ah that is one of harry's views isn't it mr gray i always hear harry's views from his friends it is the only way i get to know of them but you must not think i don't like good music i adore it but i am afraid of it it makes me too romantic i have simply worshipped pianists two at a time sometimes harry tells me i don't know what it is about them perhaps it is that they are foreigners they all are ain't they even those that are born in england become foreigners at a time don't they it is so clever of them and such a compliment to art makes it quite cosmopolitan doesn't it you have never been to any of my parties have you mr grey you must come i can't afford orchids but i share no expense in foreigners they make one's rooms look so picturesque but here is harry harry i came in to look for you to ask you something forget what it was and i found mr gray here we have had such a pleasant chat about music we have quite the same ideas no i think our ideas are...

Royal Clarence Radio Podcast with the Countess Beauty Tips and the German Masseuse.
hello darlings welcome to royal clarence it's absolutely pouring down with rain today so i won't be going anywhere however i have yoga and my masseuse has just been now yesterday after a day of rest and recuperation having been to the hospital on sunday i glanced in the mirror and i noticed there were puckers and dimples and wrinkles about my personage and really uh it was very upsetting i found it very upsetting especially in view of the fact that the rather attractive gentleman who has traveled the world with the better tone voice is now my neighbor and the penthouse floor i feel that one has to make an effort and besides darlings i've got the freeze party the before party the durian party and the after party at my club in london in a couple of weeks and i will be launching myself into the public sphere once again having been pressed by my agent to do more public events you see so i looked in the mirror and i thought oh dear the ravages the ravages of time cometh upon my person and i decided to call my misuse now my misuse and i don't want to be insulting to lesbians but she does look like a rather fierce looking shot-putting lesbian and um she puts the fear of god in everyone and she says lie down like that and it's you just lie down and she gets on with it but her hands are huge her hands are bigger than my head darlings bigger than a counter's head honestly so anyway she's been this morning and i'm thus invigorated absolutely invigorating you know what happens the all the pushing and the prodding brings all the blood to the surface you see of your skin and things look better the cellulite improves etc etc and it's very important now that um you know i work on myself because i i may be halfway through my life although i was thinking as i am probably so healthy the pillar of health because of my rest days and my recuperation regime i will probably live chill 110 this is my new target it used to be about 80. it's gone up to 110. and which means i'm no not actually past the halfway mark so do you see what i'm saying yeah i'm reaching my absolute prime in which case i need to perfect every part of me and to increase its possibilities so tomorrow is the the visage the little augmentation on the visage and um today i have yoga and with my daughter that's going to be rather splendid we do it on on cam and now i was thinking you see about what to wear what does one wear to keep fit and i purchased a reebok yoga mat which was a bargain darlings it was a bargain because it was it's been it has a it's had a previous owner and i rather like this uh eco eco eco eco thing and um a lot of my things in the penthouse are actually very eco-friendly because of course they're antiques and they have been pre-owned and therefore i like to categorize myself as an eco warrior and i'm very concerned about the uh the state of the world and the environment and i was rather pleased to get this uh pre-loved reebok yoga mat however the attire was somewhat harder to come by one doesn't want to buy previously owned things that one would have around one's nethers do you see dollies you see what i'm saying there's far too much dna in those regions far too much and would one want that somebody else's dna all around there i don't think so it's all very well buying a coat or a yoga mat but when it comes to things that are close to one's center of being one perhaps uh decides it otherwise and so i have a designer who prints images of my choosing onto sportswear utterly fabulous and so i designed my own yoga wear yes darlings i did for no no no business no i had no you know dreams of becoming a sportswear designer well i did for a minute but it passed it past towings i'm not interested and um but what i did make i i made a wonderful um sports bra sports leggings and a jacket with my own designer it's rather fabulous the jacket i'm afraid i cannot wear publicly because i...

The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf Whittier Free Poetry Audiobooks Children's Library.
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among the legends sung or said along our rocky shore the wishing bridge of marblehead may well be sung once more a hundred years ago so ran the old time story all good wishes said above its span would soon or late befall if pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or made for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed one sither came two girls from school and wishing in childish glee and one would be a queen and rule and one the world would see time passed with change of hopes and fears and in the selfsame place two women gray with middle years stood wandering face to face with wakened memories as they met they queried what had been a poor man's wife am i and yet said one i am a queen my realm a little homestead is weird lacking crown and throne i rule by loving services and patient toil alone the other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay all loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray i see but common sights of home its common sounds i hear my widowed mother's sick bedroom sufficeth for my sphere i read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic glass my watch i keep but all the world i see a farm wife queen your place you fill while fancy's privilege is mine to walk the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge nay leave the legend for the truth the other cried and say god gives the wishes of our youth but in his own best way 1882.

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