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"The Tenants of Malory - Volume III" from Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu. Irish writer of Gothic tales and mystery novels (1814-1873).

After standing empty for years, the grand home known as Malory is suddenly found to be occupied. Understandably, the villagers of Cardyllian, the quaint town closest to Malory, are curious about the new tenants. Little do they know that the newcomers have brought with them a puzzling series of mysteries.

Excerpt from The Tenants of Malory, Vol. 3 of 3: A Novel "There's some 'Old Tom,' isn't there? Get it, and glasses and cold water, here," said Cleve to his servant, who, patient, polite, sleepy, awaited his master, "You used to like it - and here are cigars;" and he shook out a shower upon his drawing-room table cover. "And where did you want to go at this time of night?" "To Wright's, to see the end of the great game of billiards - Seller and Culverin, you know; I've two pounds on it." "I don't care if I go with you, just now. What's this? - When the devil did this come?" About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu was an Irish writer best known for gothic and mystery novels like Carmilla. This is one of his most popular works.

"There's some 'Old Tom, ' isn't there? Get it, and glasses and cold water, here," said Cleve to his servant, who, patient, polite, sleepy, awaited his master. "You used to like it-and here are cigars;" and he shook out a shower upon his drawing-room table cover. "And where did you want to go at this time of night?" "To Wright's, to see the end of the great game of billiards-Seller and Culverin, you know; I've two pounds on it." "I don't care if I go with you, just now. What's this?-When the devil did this come?" Cleve had picked up and at one pale glance read a little note that lay on the table; and then he repeated coolly enough- "I say, when did this come?" "Before one, sir, I think," said Shepperd. "Get me my coat," and Shepperd disappeared. "Pestered to death," he said, moodily. "See, you have got the things here, and cigars. I shan't be five minutes away. If I'm longer, don't wait for me; but finish this first." Cleve had turned up the collar of his outer coat, and buttoned it across his chin, and pulled a sort of travelling cap down on his brows, and away he went, looking very pale and anxious.