The Turn of the Screw, by Henry James
> I remember the whole beginning as a succession of flights and drops, a little seesaw of the right throbs and the wrong. After rising, in »
Portrait of a Lady, by Henry James
> It was in the “office” still that Isabel was sitting on that melancholy afternoon of early spring which I have just mentioned. At this time »
Washington Square, by Henry James
> Her refreshed attention to this gentleman had not those limits of which Catherine desired, for herself, to be conscious; it lasted long enough to enable »