Cliges THE clerk who wrote the tale of Erec and Enid， and translated the Commandments of Ovid and the Art of Love， and composed the Bite of the Shoulder， and sang of King Mark and of the blonde Iseult， and of the metamorphosis of th...

So you will understand the sudden apparition that surprised rather than delighted the quiet informality of Dymchurch sands. Dymchurch was one of the last places on the coast of England to be reached by the mono-rail， and so its spacious s...

Part II Thus both he and she complain， and the one hides the case from the other； they have sorrow in the night and worse by day. In such pain they have， it seems to me， been a long while in Brittany until it came to the end of summ...

Section XX THE JOHN GRIER HOME， January 14. Dear Judy： Listen to this！ J. F. Bretland read about our fire in a New York paper （I will say that the metropolitan press made the most of details）， and he posted up here in a twitter...

Section XXI THE JOHN GRIER HOME， Thursday. Dear Enemy： You see， I'm feeling very friendly toward you this moment. When I call you "MacRae" I don't like you， and when I call you "Enemy" I do. Sadie Kate delivered your note （as an a...

How Bert Smallways Got Into Difficulties It did not occur to either Tom or Bert Smallways that this remarkable aerial performance of Mr. Butteridge was likely to affect either of their lives in any special manner， that it would in any way...

Introduction IT is six hundred and fifty years since Chretien de Troyes wrote his Cliges. And yet he is wonderfully near us， whereas he is separated by a great gulf from the rude trouveres of the Chansons de Gestes and from the Anglo-Saxo...

He sat upon the padded locker， wrapped about very carefully， for the air， though calm， was exhilaratingly cold and clear. He was wearing first a modest suit of blue serge and all the unpretending underwear of a suburban young man of...

Part VI Cliges stays with the king until the beginning of summer； by that time he has been over all Britain and over France and over Normandy， and has wrought many a knightly deed， so that he has well proved himself. But the love with...

The Balloon Bert Smallways was a vulgar little creature， the sort of pert， limited soul that the old civilisation of the early twentieth century produced by the million in every country of the world. He had lived all his life in narrow...

Part VII Fenice is in the tomb， until it came to dark night； but thirty knights guard her， and there are ten tapers burning， and they made a great light. The knights were sated and weary with mourning， and have eaten and drunk in...

Part IV Nurse，" quoth she， "of a truth I thought that I felt no ill； but I shall speedily think that I am sick. The mere fact of my thinking of it causes me much ill and eke alarms me. But how does one know unless he put it to the tes...