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The Monkey's Paw
The Lady of the Barge and Others, Part 2.
The Monkey's Paw
The Lady of the Barge and Others, Part 2.
The Monkey's Paw
The Lady of the Barge and Others, Part 2.
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Title: The Monkey's Paw

       The Lady of the Barge and Others, Part 2.

Author: W.W. Jacobs

Release Date: April 22, 2004 [EBook #12122]

Language: English

*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MONKEY'S PAW ***

Produced by David Widger

THE LADY OF THE BARGE

AND OTHER STORIES

By W. W. Jacobs

BOOK 2


THE MONKEY'S PAW

I.

Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.

Hark at the wind, said Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.

I'm listening, said the latter, grimly surveying the board as he stretched out his hand. Check.

I should hardly think that he'd come to-night, said his father, with his hand poised over the board.

Mate, replied the son.

That's the worst of living so far out, bawled Mr. White, with sudden and unlooked-for violence; of all the beastly, slushy, out-of-the-way places to live in, this is the worst. Pathway's a bog, and the road's a torrent. I don't know what people are thinking about. I suppose because only two houses in the road are let, they think it doesn't matter.

Never mind, dear, said his wife, soothingly; perhaps you'll win the next one.

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