A Terribly Strange Bed part 10
Looking for what?Good God! the man had pulled his hat down on his brows! No! the hat itself was gone! Where was the conical...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 9
This picture put a kind of constraint upon me to look upward too— at the top of the bed. It was a gloomy and...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 8
I raised myself on my elbow, and looked about the room—which was brightened by a lovely moonlight pouring straight through the window—to see if...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 7
The giddiness left me, and I began to feel a little like a reasonable being again. My first thought was of the risk of...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 6
Just as the ex-brave ended his oration in very lachrymose tones, the coffee came in, ready poured out in two cups. My attentive friend...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 5
“Ex-brave of the French Army!” cried I, in a mad state of exhilaration, “I am on fire! how are you? You have set me...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 4
And I did go on—went on at such a rate, that in another quarter of an hour the croupier called out, “Gentlemen, the bank...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 3
If I left everything to luck, and staked without any care or consideration, I was sure to win—to win in the face of every...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 2
We had come to see blackguards; but these men were something worse. There is a comic side, more or less appreciable, in all blackguardism...
A Terribly Strange Bed part 1
Wilkie Collins (1824—1889)William Wilkie Collins was born at London in 1824. Like his friend Dickens, he was a voluminous writer of novels and tales,...
