Penguin Books-Chatto & Windus

TCe early November street was dark though night had ended, but the wini to the grocer's surprise, abready clawed. It flung his apron into his face as he bent for the two milk cases at the kerb. Morris Bober dragged the heavy boxes to the door, panting. A large brown bag of rolls stood in the...

NOTE ON THE TEXTS AND ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS The texts of the ballads in this collection reproduce the spelling and punctuation of the original broadsides, manuscripts and old editions, with the following exceptions: (i) Obvious misprints have been corrected. (ii) Punctuation has occasionally been...

I I. A Moonlight Engraving I pressed the door gently. It had always been left open at night in the old days. When I became quite certain that it was locked, I stepped back into the moonlight and looked up at the house. Although it was barely midnight, there was not a Hght showing. They were all...

'M iss spence will be down directly, sir.' 'Thank you,' said Mr Hutton, without turning round. Janet Spence's parlourmaid was so ugly - ugly on purpose, it always seemed to him, malignandy, criminally ugly - that he could not bear to look at her more than was necessary. The door closed. Left to...

Preface In 1938 I began a study of the relation between the growth of the reading public and the emergence of the novel in eighteenth-century England; and in 1947 it eventually took shape as a Fellowship Dissertation for St John's College, Cambridge. Two wider problems, however, remained...