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Welcome to the3 Books To Knowseries, our idea is to help readers learn about fascinating topics through three essential and relevant books. These carefully selected works can be fiction, non-fiction, historical documents or even biographies. We will always select for you three great works to instigate your mind, this time the topic is:Ghost Stories. - 7 Best Short Stories Of Ghost, edited by August Nemo - A Phantom Lover by Vernon Lee - The Uninhabited House by Charlotte RiddellA ghost story may be any piece of fiction, or drama, that includes a ghost, or simply takes as a premise the possibility of ghosts or characters' belief in them.The 'ghost' may appear of its own accord or be summoned by magic. Linked to the ghost is the idea of 'hauntings', where a supernatural entity is tied to a place, object or person. In 7 Best Short Stories of Ghost the critic August Nemo selected seven tales that perfectly illustrate this concept. A Phantom Lover has been compared to The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, in that there is a question about whether the ghost of the story was merely a figment of the imagination of two of the characters. In An Uninhabited House, the hauntings are seen through the perspective of the solicitors who hold the deed of the property. Slowly the safer world of commerce and law gives way as the encounter with the supernatural entity becomes more and more unavoidable. This is one of many books in the series 3 Books To Know. If you liked this book, look for the other titles in the series, we are sure you will like some of the topic.

Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le Fanu(28 August 1814 7 February 1873) was an Irish writer of Gothic tales, mystery novels, and horror fiction. He was a leading ghost story writer of the nineteenth century and was central to the development of the genre in the Victorian era. M. R. James described Le Fanu as 'absolutely in the first rank as a writer of ghost stories'. Elizabeth Gaskell(born Sept. 29, 1810, Chelsea, London, Eng.died Nov. 12, 1865, nearAlton, Hampshire),English novelist, short-story writer, and first biographer of Charlotte Brontë. Montague Rhodes James (1 August 1862 12 June 1936), who published under the name M. R. James, was an English author, medievalist scholar and provost of King's College, Cambridge, and of Eton College. He was Vice-Chancellor of the University of Cambridge. Lafcadio Hearn, also called (from 1895) Koizumi Yakumo, (born June 27, 1850, Levkás, Ionian Islands, Greecedied Sept. 26, 1904, kubo, Japan), writer, translator, and teacher who introduced the culture and literature of Japan to the West. William Sydney Porter, writing as O. Henry, wrote in a dry, humorous style and, as in 'The Gift of the Magi,' often ironically used coincidences and surprise endings. Released from prison in 1902, Porter went to New York, his home and the setting of most of his fiction for the remainder of his life. Writing prodigiously, he went on to become a revered American writer. Rudyard Kipling was born on December 30, 1865, in Bombay, India. The author is famous for an array of works like 'Just So Stories' and 'The Jungle Book.' He received the 1907 Nobel Prize in Literature.' Born in Burma (now Myanmar) in 1870, H.H. Munro worked as a journalist before gaining fame as a short story writer under the pen name 'Saki.' His works, which include the classic stories 'Tobermory' and 'The Open Window,' offer a satirical commentary on Edwardian society and culture. Charlotte Riddell,known also as Mrs J. H. Riddell (30 September 1832 24 September 1906), was a popular and influential Irish-born writer in the Victorian period. She was the author of 56 books, novels and short stories, and also became part-owner and editor of St. James's Magazine, a prominent London literary journal in the 1860s. Vernon Lee, pseudonym ofViolet Paget, (born Oct. 14, 1856, Boulogne-sur-Mer, Francedied Feb. 13, 1935, San Gervasio Bresciano, Italy), English essayist and novelist who is best known for her works onaesthetics.mehr

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KlappentextWelcome to the3 Books To Knowseries, our idea is to help readers learn about fascinating topics through three essential and relevant books. These carefully selected works can be fiction, non-fiction, historical documents or even biographies. We will always select for you three great works to instigate your mind, this time the topic is:Ghost Stories. - 7 Best Short Stories Of Ghost, edited by August Nemo - A Phantom Lover by Vernon Lee - The Uninhabited House by Charlotte RiddellA ghost story may be any piece of fiction, or drama, that includes a ghost, or simply takes as a premise the possibility of ghosts or characters' belief in them.The 'ghost' may appear of its own accord or be summoned by magic. Linked to the ghost is the idea of 'hauntings', where a supernatural entity is tied to a place, object or person. In 7 Best Short Stories of Ghost the critic August Nemo selected seven tales that perfectly illustrate this concept. A Phantom Lover has been compared to The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, in that there is a question about whether the ghost of the story was merely a figment of the imagination of two of the characters. In An Uninhabited House, the hauntings are seen through the perspective of the solicitors who hold the deed of the property. Slowly the safer world of commerce and law gives way as the encounter with the supernatural entity becomes more and more unavoidable. This is one of many books in the series 3 Books To Know. If you liked this book, look for the other titles in the series, we are sure you will like some of the topic.

Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le Fanu(28 August 1814 7 February 1873) was an Irish writer of Gothic tales, mystery novels, and horror fiction. He was a leading ghost story writer of the nineteenth century and was central to the development of the genre in the Victorian era. M. R. James described Le Fanu as 'absolutely in the first rank as a writer of ghost stories'. Elizabeth Gaskell(born Sept. 29, 1810, Chelsea, London, Eng.died Nov. 12, 1865, nearAlton, Hampshire),English novelist, short-story writer, and first biographer of Charlotte Brontë. Montague Rhodes James (1 August 1862 12 June 1936), who published under the name M. R. James, was an English author, medievalist scholar and provost of King's College, Cambridge, and of Eton College. He was Vice-Chancellor of the University of Cambridge. Lafcadio Hearn, also called (from 1895) Koizumi Yakumo, (born June 27, 1850, Levkás, Ionian Islands, Greecedied Sept. 26, 1904, kubo, Japan), writer, translator, and teacher who introduced the culture and literature of Japan to the West. William Sydney Porter, writing as O. Henry, wrote in a dry, humorous style and, as in 'The Gift of the Magi,' often ironically used coincidences and surprise endings. Released from prison in 1902, Porter went to New York, his home and the setting of most of his fiction for the remainder of his life. Writing prodigiously, he went on to become a revered American writer. Rudyard Kipling was born on December 30, 1865, in Bombay, India. The author is famous for an array of works like 'Just So Stories' and 'The Jungle Book.' He received the 1907 Nobel Prize in Literature.' Born in Burma (now Myanmar) in 1870, H.H. Munro worked as a journalist before gaining fame as a short story writer under the pen name 'Saki.' His works, which include the classic stories 'Tobermory' and 'The Open Window,' offer a satirical commentary on Edwardian society and culture. Charlotte Riddell,known also as Mrs J. H. Riddell (30 September 1832 24 September 1906), was a popular and influential Irish-born writer in the Victorian period. She was the author of 56 books, novels and short stories, and also became part-owner and editor of St. James's Magazine, a prominent London literary journal in the 1860s. Vernon Lee, pseudonym ofViolet Paget, (born Oct. 14, 1856, Boulogne-sur-Mer, Francedied Feb. 13, 1935, San Gervasio Bresciano, Italy), English essayist and novelist who is best known for her works onaesthetics.
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BY VERNON LEE

MY DEAR BOUTOURLINE,

Do you remember my telling you, one afternoon that you sat upon the hearthstool at Florence, the story of Mrs. Oke of Okehurst?

You thought it a fantastic tale, you lover of fantastic things, and urged me to write it out at once, although I protested that, in such matters, to write is to exorcise, to dispel the charm; and that printers' ink chases away the ghosts that may pleasantly haunt us, as efficaciously as gallons of holy water.

But if, as I suspect, you will now put down any charm that story may have possessed to the way in which we had been working ourselves up, that firelight evening, with all manner of fantastic stuff-if, as I fear, the story of Mrs. Oke of Okehurst will strike you as stale and unprofitable-the sight of this little book will serve at least to remind you, in the middle of your Russian summer, that there is such a season as winter, such a place as Florence, and such a person as your friend,

VERNON LEE

Kensington, July 1886.
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THAT SKETCH UP THERE with the boy's cap? Yes; that's the same woman. I wonder whether you could guess who she was. A singular being, is she not? The most marvellous creature, quite, that I have ever met: a wonderful elegance, exotic, far-fetched, poignant; an artificial perverse sort of grace and research in every outline and movement and arrangement of head and neck, and hands and fingers. Here are a lot of pencil sketches I made while I was preparing to paint her portrait. Yes; there's nothing but her in the whole sketchbook. Mere scratches, but they may give some idea of her marvellous, fantastic kind of grace. Here she is leaning over the staircase, and here sitting in the swing. Here she is walking quickly out of the room. That's her head. You see she isn't really handsome; her forehead is too big, and her nose too short. This gives no idea of her. It was altogether a question of movement. Look at the strange cheeks, hollow and rather flat; well, when she smiled she had the most marvellous dimples here. There was something exquisite and uncanny about it. Yes; I began the picture, but it was never finished. I did the husband first. I wonder who has his likeness now? Help me to move these pictures away from the wall. Thanks. This is her portrait; a huge wreck. I don't suppose you can make much of it; it is merely blocked in, and seems quite mad. You see my idea was to make her leaning against a wall-there was one hung with yellow that seemed almost brown-so as to bring out the silhouette.

It was very singular I should have chosen that particular wall. It does look rather insane in this condition, but I like it; it has something of her. I would frame it and hang it up, only people would ask questions. Yes; you have guessed quite right-it is Mrs. Oke of Okehurst. I forgot you had relations in that part of the country; besides, I suppose the newspapers were full of it at the time. You didn't know that it all took place under my eyes? I can scarcely believe now that it did: it all seems so distant, vivid but unreal, like a thing of my own invention. It really was much stranger than any one guessed. People could no more understand it than they could understand her. I doubt whether any one ever understood Alice Oke besides myself. You mustn't think me unfeeling. She was a marvellous, weird, exquisite creature, but one couldn't feel sorry for her. I felt much sorrier for the wretched creature of a husband. It seemed such an appropriate end for her; I fancy she would have liked it could she have known. Ah! I shall never have another chance of painting such a portrait as I wanted. She seemed sent me from heaven or the other place. You have never heard the story in detail? Well, I don't usually mention it, because people are so brutally stupid or sentimental; but I'll tell it you. Let me see. It's too dark to paint any more today, so I can tell it you now. Wait; I must turn her face to the wall. Ah, she was a marvellous creature!
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YOU REMEMBER, THREE years ago, my telling you I had let myself in for painting a couple of Kentish squireen? I really could not understand what had possessed me to say yes to that man. A friend of mine had brought him one day to my studio-Mr. Oke of Okehurst, that was the name on his card. He was a very tall, very well-made, very good-looking young man, with a beautiful fair complexion, beautiful fair moustache, and beautifully fitting clothes; absolutely like a hundred other young men you can see any day in the Park, and absolutely uninteresting from the crown of his head to the tip of his boots. Mr. Oke, who had been a lieutenant in the Blues before his marriage, was evidently extremely uncomfortable on finding himself in a studio. He felt misgivings about a man who could wear a velvet coat in town, but at the same time he was nervously anxious not to treat me in the very least like a tradesman. He walked round my place, looked at everything with the most scrupulous attention, stammered out a few complimentary phrases, and then, looking at his friend for assistance, tried to come to the point, but failed. The point, which the friend kindly explained, was that Mr. Oke was desirous to know whether my engagements would allow of my painting him and his wife, and what my terms would be. The poor man blushed perfectly crimson during this explanation, as if he had come with the most improper proposal; and I noticed-the only interesting thing about him-a very odd nervous frown between his eyebrows, a perfect double gash,-a thing which usually means something abnormal: a mad-doctor of my acquaintance calls it the maniac-frown. When I had answered, he suddenly burst out into rather confused explanations: his wife-Mrs. Oke-had seen some of my-pictures-paintings-portraits-at the-the-what d'you call it?-Academy. She had-in short, they had made a very great impression upon her. Mrs. Oke had a great taste for art; she was, in short, extremely desirous of having her portrait and his painted by me, etcetera.

"My wife," he suddenly added, "is a remarkable woman. I don't know whether you will think her handsome,-she isn't exactly, you know. But she's awfully strange," and Mr. Oke of Okehurst gave a little sigh and frowned that curious frown, as if so long a speech and so decided an expression of opinion had cost him a great deal.

It was a rather unfortunate moment in my career. A very influential sitter of mine-you remember the fat lady with the crimson curtain behind her?-had come to the conclusion or been persuaded that I had painted her old and vulgar, which, in fact, she was. Her whole clique had turned against me, the newspapers had taken up the matter, and for the moment I was considered as a painter to whose brushes no woman would trust her reputation. Things were going badly. So I snapped but too gladly at Mr. Oke's offer, and settled to go down to Okehurst at the end of a fortnight. But the door had scarcely closed upon my future sitter when I began to regret my rashness; and my disgust at the thought of wasting a whole summer upon the portrait of a totally uninteresting Kentish squire, and his doubtless equally uninteresting wife, grew greater and greater as the time for execution approached. I remember so well the frightful temper in which I got into the train for Kent, and the even more frightful temper in which I got out of it at the little station nearest to Okehurst. It was pouring floods. I felt a comfortable fury at the thought that my canvases would get nicely wetted before Mr. Oke's coachman had packed them on the top of the waggonette. It was just what served me right for coming to this confounded place to paint these confounded people. We drove off in the steady downpour. The roads were a mass of yellow mud; the endless flat grazing-grounds under the oak-trees, after having been burnt to cinders in a long drought, were turned into a hideous brown sop; the country seemed intolerably monotonous.

My spirits sank lower and lower. I began to meditate upon the modern Gothic country-house, with the usual amount of Morris furniture, Liberty rugs, and Mudie novels, to which I was doubtless being taken. My fancy pictured very vividly the five or six little Okes-that man certainly must have at least five children-the aunts, and sisters-in-law, and cousins; the eternal routine of afternoon tea and lawn-tennis; above all, it pictured Mrs. Oke, the bouncing, well-informed, model housekeeper, electioneering, charity-organising young lady, whom such an individual as Mr. Oke would regard in the light of a remarkable woman. And my spirit sank within me, and I cursed my avarice in accepting the commission, my spiritlessness in not throwing it over while yet there was time. We had meanwhile driven into a large park, or rather a long succession of grazing-grounds, dotted about with large oaks, under which the sheep were huddled together for shelter from the rain. In the distance, blurred by the sheets of rain, was a line of low hills, with a jagged fringe of bluish firs and a solitary windmill. It must be a good mile and a half since we had passed a house, and there was none to be seen in the distance-nothing but the undulation of sere grass, sopped brown beneath the huge blackish oak-trees, and whence arose, from all sides, a vague disconsolate bleating. At last the road made a sudden bend, and disclosed what was evidently the home of my sitter. It was not what I had expected. In a dip in the ground a large red-brick house, with the rounded gables and high chimney-stacks of the time of James I.,-a...
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Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le Fanu(28 August 1814 7 February 1873) was an Irish writer of Gothic tales, mystery novels, and horror fiction. He was a leading ghost story writer of the nineteenth century and was central to the development of the genre in the Victorian era. M. R. James described Le Fanu as "absolutely in the first rank as a writer of ghost stories".

Elizabeth Gaskell(born Sept. 29, 1810, Chelsea, London, Eng.died Nov. 12, 1865, nearAlton, Hampshire),English novelist, short-story writer, and first biographer of Charlotte Brontë.

Montague Rhodes James (1 August 1862 12 June 1936), who published under the name M. R. James, was an English author, medievalist scholar and provost of King's College, Cambridge, and of Eton College. He was Vice-Chancellor of the University of Cambridge.

Lafcadio Hearn, also called (from 1895) Koizumi Yakumo, (born June 27, 1850, Levkás, Ionian Islands, Greecedied Sept. 26, 1904, kubo, Japan), writer, translator, and teacher who introduced the culture and literature of Japan to the West.

William Sydney Porter, writing as O. Henry, wrote in a dry, humorous style and, as in "The Gift of the Magi," often ironically used coincidences and surprise endings. Released from prison in 1902, Porter went to New York, his home and the setting of most of his fiction for the remainder of his life. Writing prodigiously, he went on to become a revered American writer.

Rudyard Kipling was born on December 30, 1865, in Bombay, India. The author is famous for an array of works like 'Just So Stories' and 'The Jungle Book.' He received the 1907 Nobel Prize in Literature."

Born in Burma (now Myanmar) in 1870, H.H. Munro worked as a journalist before gaining fame as a short story writer under the pen name "Saki." His works, which include the classic stories "Tobermory" and "The Open Window," offer a satirical commentary on Edwardian society and culture.

Charlotte Riddell,known also as Mrs J. H. Riddell (30 September 1832 24 September 1906), was a popular and influential Irish-born writer in the Victorian period. She was the author of 56 books, novels and short stories, and also became part-owner and editor of St. James's Magazine, a prominent London literary journal in the 1860s.

Vernon Lee, pseudonym ofViolet Paget, (born Oct. 14, 1856, Boulogne-sur-Mer, Francedied Feb. 13, 1935, San Gervasio Bresciano, Italy), English essayist and novelist who is best known for her works onaesthetics.