The District Doctor part 1
                    
Ivan Turgenev (1818 1883)
Born at Orel in 1818, Turgenev was educated in his native country. Though the greater part of his life was spent...                
                
            A Brown Woman part 10
                    
The storm was over. In the beech-tree opposite a wren was raising optimistic outcry. The sun had won his way through a black-bellied shred...                
                
            A Brown Woman part 9
                    
The other poet evinced an awkward comminglement of consternation and pity. “It appears that when this storm arose why, Mistress Drew was with a...                
                
            A Brown Woman part 8
                    
Pope came more near to the mirror. “Make answer, you who have dared to imagine that a goddess was ever drawn to descend into...                
                
            A Brown Woman part 7
                    
Pope went straight to his own rooms. As he came in there was a vivid flash of lightning, followed instantaneously by a crashing, splitting...                
                
            A Brown Woman part 6
                    
“I have perpetrated certain jingles,” Pope returned. “I had not comprehended until to-day they are the only children I shall leave behind me. Eh,...                
                
            A Brown Woman part 5
                    
The dwarf gave a hard, wringing motion of his hands. The diamond Lord Bolingbroke`s gift which ornamented Pope`s left hand cut into the flesh...                
                
            A Brown Woman part 4
                    
“I love her,” Pope had said. Eh, yes, no doubt; and what, he fiercely demanded of himself, was he a crippled scribbler, a bungling...                
                
            A Brown Woman part 3
                    
Mr. Pope gesticulated with thin hands and seemed upon the verge of eloquence. Then he spoke unanswerably. “But I love her,” he said.John Gay`s...                
                
            A Brown Woman part 2
                    
His hand detained her, very gently. Indeed, it seemed to him he could never tire of noting her excellencies. Perhaps it was that splendid...                
                
            