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Edith Wharton. Tales of Men and Ghosts
Tales of Men and Ghosts
Table of Contents
THE BOLTED DOOR
I
“MY DEAR MR. GRANICE:
“ROSE MELROSE WANTS TO PLAY POETRY
“THINKS SHE HAS FOUND HER POET.”
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III
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V
VI
VII
HIS FATHER’S SON
I
II
III
THE DAUNT DIANA
I
II
THE DEBT
I
II
III
FULL CIRCLE
I
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IV
THE LEGEND
I
II
III
IV
V
VI
THE EYES
I
II
III
IV
THE BLOND BEAST
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II
III
IV
V
AFTERWARD
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II
III
IV
V
THE LETTERS
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III
IV
V
VI
VII
THE END
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Edith Wharton
Published by Good Press, 2019
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“That the office of the Investigator? Yes? Give me Mr. Denver, please … Hallo, Denver … Yes, Hubert Granice. … Just caught you? Going straight home? Can I come and see you … yes, now … have a talk? It’s rather urgent … yes, might give you some first-rate ‘copy.’ … All right!” He hung up the receiver with a laugh. It had been a happy thought to call up the editor of the Investigator—Robert Denver was the very man he needed …
Granice put out the lights in the library—it was odd how the automatic gestures persisted!—went into the hall, put on his hat and overcoat, and let himself out of the flat. In the hall, a sleepy elevator boy blinked at him and then dropped his head on his folded arms. Granice passed out into the street. At the corner of Fifth Avenue he hailed a crawling cab, and called out an up-town address. The long thoroughfare stretched before him, dim and deserted, like an ancient avenue of tombs. But from Denver’s house a friendly beam fell on the pavement; and as Granice sprang from his cab the editor’s electric turned the corner.
