Famous for his 1894 adventure novel ‘The Prisoner of Zenda’, Anthony Hope was an Edwardian era novelist whose works spawned the Ruritanian romance genre. For the first time in publishing history, this comprehensive eBook presents Hope’s complete works (except for two books not in the US public domain), with numerous illustrations, rare texts, informative introductions and the usual Delphi bonus material. (Version 1)


* Beautifully illustrated with images relating to Hope’s life and works

* Concise introductions to the famous novels and other texts

* 29 novels, with individual contents tables

* Includes rare novels appearing for the first time in digital publishing, including LUCINDA

* Images of how the books were first published, giving your eReader a taste of the Edwardian texts

* Excellent formatting of the texts

* Special chronological and alphabetical contents tables for the short stories

* Easily locate the short stories you want to read

* Includes Hope’s rare war essays – available in no other collection

* Scholarly ordering of texts into chronological order and literary genres


Please note: due to US copyright restrictions, Hope’s last novel ‘Little Tiger’ and his autobiography ‘Memories and Notes’ cannot appear in this edition. When the texts become available in your public domain, they will be added to the eBook as a free update.


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CONTENTS:


The Novels

A MAN OF MARK

FATHER STAFFORD

MR WITT’S WIDOW

A CHANGE OF AIR

HALF A HERO

THE GOD IN THE CAR

THE INDISCRETION OF THE DUCHESS

THE PRISONER OF ZENDA

THE CHRONICLES OF COUNT ANTONIO

THE HEART OF PRINCESS OSRA

PHROSO

RUPERT OF HENTZAU

SIMON DALE

THE KING’S MIRROR

QUISANTÉ

TRISTRAM OF BLENT

THE INTRUSIONS OF PEGGY

DOUBLE HARNESS

A SERVANT OF THE PUBLIC

SOPHY OF KRAVONIA

HELENA’S PATH

THE GREAT MISS DRIVER

SECOND STRING

MRS MAXON PROTESTS

A YOUNG MAN’S YEAR

CAPTAIN DIEPPE

THE SECRET OF THE TOWER

BEAUMAROY HOME FROM THE WARS

LUCINDA


The Short Story Collections

SPORT ROYAL AND OTHER STORIES

FRIVOLOUS CUPID

THE DOLLY DIALOGUES

COMEDIES OF COURTSHIP

TALES OF TWO PEOPLE


The Short Stories

LIST OF SHORT STORIES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

LIST OF SHORT STORIES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER


The Non-Fiction

DIALOGUE: A LECTURE

THE NEW (GERMAN) TESTAMENT: SOME TEXTS AND A COMMENTARY

MILITARISM, GERMAN AND BRITISH

WHY ITALY IS WITH THE ALLIES


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 Double Harness


Courtland went off early next morning in the dog-cart to Fairhaven station—no railway line ran nearer Milldean—and Grantley Imason spent the morning lounging about his house, planning what improvements could be made and what embellishments provided against the coming of Sibylla. He enjoyed this pottering both for its own sake and because it was connected with the thought of the girl he loved. For he was in love—as much in love, it seemed to him, as a man could well be. "And I ought to know," he said, with a smile of reminiscence, his mind going back to earlier affairs of the heart, more or less serious, which had been by no means lacking in his career. He surveyed them without remorse, though one or two might reasonably have evoked that emotion, and with no more regret than lay in confessing that he had shared the follies common to his age and his position. But he found great satisfaction in the thought that Sibylla had had nothing to do with any of the persons concerned. She had known none of them; she was in no sense of the same set with any one of the five or six women of whom he was thinking; her surroundings had always been quite different from theirs. She came into his life something entirely fresh, new, and unconnected with the past. Herein lay a great deal of the charm of this latest, this final affair. For it was to be final—for his love's sake, for his honour's sake, and also because it seemed time for such finality in that ordered view of life and its stages to which his intellect inclined him. There was something singularly fortunate in the chance which enabled him to suit his desire to this conception, to find the two things in perfect harmony, to act on rational lines with such a full and even eager assent of his feelings.

 

He reminded himself, with his favourite shrug, that to talk of chance was to fall into an old fallacy; but the sense of accident remained. The thing had been so entirely unplanned. He had meant to buy a place in the North; it was only when the one he wanted had been snapped up by somebody else that the agents succeeded in persuading him to come and look at the house at Milldean. It happened to take his fancy, and he bought it. Then he happened to be out of sorts, and stayed down there an unbroken month, instead of coming only from Saturday to Monday. Again, Sibylla and Jeremy had meant to go away when the rector died, and had stayed on only because Old Mill House happened to fall vacant so opportunely. No other house was available in the village. So the chances went on, till chance culminated in that meeting of his with Sibylla: not their first encounter, but the one he always called his meeting with her in his own thoughts—that wonderful evening when all the sky was red, and the earth too looked almost red, and the air was so still. Then he had been with her in his garden, and she, forgetful of him, had turned her eyes to the heavens, and gazed and gazed. Presently, and still, as it seemed, unconsciously, she had stretched out her hand and caught his in a tight grip, silently but urgently demanding his sympathy for thoughts and feelings she could not express. At that moment her beauty seemed to be born for him, and he had determined to make it his. He smiled now, saying that he had been as impulsive as the merest boy, thanking fortune that he could rejoice in the impulse instead of condemning it—an end which a priori would have seemed much the more probable. In nine cases out of ten it would have been foolish and disastrous to be carried away in an instant like that. In his case it had, at any rate, not proved disastrous. From that moment he had never turned back from his purpose, and he had nothing but satisfaction in its now imminent accomplishment.

 

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