The Red Room

The Red Room

The old woman sat staring hard into the fire, her pale eyes wide open. Ay, she broke in; and eight-and-twenty years you have lived and never seen the likes of this house, I reckon. Theres a many things to see, when ones still but eight-and-twenty. She swayed her head slowly from side to side. A many things to see and sorrow for. I half suspected the old people were trying to enhance the spiritual terrors of their house by their droning insistence. I put down my empty glass on the table and looked about the room, and caught a glimpse of myself, abbreviated and broadened to an impossible sturdiness, in the queer old mirror at the end of the room. Well, I said, if I see anything to-night, I shall be so much the wiser. For I come to the business with an open mind. I heard the faint sound of a stick and a shambling step on the flags in the passage outside. The door creaked on its hinges as a second old man entered, more bent, more wrinkled, more aged even than the first. He supported himself by the help of a crutch, his eyes were covered by a shade, and his lower lip, half averted, hung pale and pink from his decaying yellow teeth. He made straight for an armchair on the opposite side of the table, sat down clumsily, and began to cough. The man with the withered hand gave the newcomer a short glance of positive dislike; the old woman took no notice of his arrival, but remained with her eyes fixed steadily on the fire. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 23218
Author: Wells, H. G. (Herbert George)
Release Date: Oct 27, 2007
Format: eBook
Language: English