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Edwin Lester Linden Arnold

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Born May 14, 1857
Died March 1, 1935 (77 years old)
Swanscombe, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland
Also known as: Edwin L. Arnold, Edwin Lester Arnold
9 books
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Isaac Asimov Presents the Best Horror and Supernatural of the 19th Century

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The adventure of the German student / Washington Irving -- El verdugo / Honoré de Balzac -- The story of the Greek slave / Captain Marryat -- The iron shroud / William Mudford -- Schalken the painter / J. Sheridan LeFanu -- [The tell-tale heart]( / Edgar Allan Poe -- The doom of the Griffiths / Mrs. Gaskell -- Circumstance / Harriet Prescott Spofford -- Torture by hope / Villiers de L'Isle-Adam -- The diamond necklace / Guy de Maupassant -- The strange ride of Morrowbie Jukes / Rudyard Kipling -- Markheim / Robert Louis Stevenson -- Sleepyhead / Anton Chekov -- His unconquerable enemy / W.C. Morrow -- The gravedigger's daughter / Léopold von Sacher-Masoch -- [An occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge]( / Ambrose Bierce -- Vengeance / Lorimer Stoddard -- [Désirée's baby]( / Kate Chopin -- The squaw / Bram Stoker -- A dreadful night / Edwin L. Arnold -- The dead valley / Ralph Adams Cram -- Pollock and the porroh man / H.G. Wells -- The story of the Brazilian cat / Sir Arthur Conan Doyle -- The dead smile / F. Marion Crawford -- A game of chess / Robert Barr.

Gullivar of Mars

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From the book:Dare I say it? Dare I say that I, a plain, prosaic lieutenant in the republican service have done the incredible things here set out for the love of a woman - for a chimera in female shape; for a pale, vapid ghost of woman-loveliness? At times I tell myself I dare not: that you will laugh, and cast me aside as a fabricator; and then again I pick up my pen and collect the scattered pages, for I MUST write it - the pallid splendour of that thing I loved, and won, and lost is ever before me, and will not be forgotten. The tumult of the struggle into which that vision led me still throbs in my mind, the soft, lisping voices of the planet I ransacked for its sake and the roar of the destruction which followed me back from the quest drowns all other sounds in my ears! I must and will write - it relieves me; read and believe as you list. At the moment this story commences I was thinking of grilled steak and tomatoes - steak crisp and brown on both sides, and tomatoes red as a setting sun!