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diff --git a/209-h/209-h.htm b/209-h/209-h.htm index a52b6dc..ecfc25f 100644 --- a/209-h/209-h.htm +++ b/209-h/209-h.htm @@ -1,12 +1,10 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" -"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> <head> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=utf-8" /> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> +<meta charset="utf-8"> <title>The Turn of the Screw | Project Gutenberg</title> -<style type="text/css"> +<style> body { margin-right: 10%; margin-left: 10%; @@ -52,11 +50,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} <h2 class="no-break">by Henry James</h2> -<hr /> +<hr > <h2>Contents</h2> -<table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> +<table style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> <tr> <td> <a href="#intro01">THE TURN OF THE SCREW</a></td> @@ -162,7 +160,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="intro01"></a>THE TURN OF THE SCREW</h2> +<h2><a id="intro01"></a>THE TURN OF THE SCREW</h2> <p> The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the @@ -566,7 +564,7 @@ beauty of his author’s hand. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap01"></a>I</h2> +<h2><a id="chap01"></a>I</h2> <p> I remember the whole beginning as a succession of flights and drops, a little @@ -749,7 +747,7 @@ helm! <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap02"></a>II</h2> +<h2><a id="chap02"></a>II</h2> <p> This came home to me when, two days later, I drove over with Flora to meet, as @@ -1029,7 +1027,7 @@ must get to my work.” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap03"></a>III</h2> +<h2><a id="chap03"></a>III</h2> <p> Her thus turning her back on me was fortunately not, for my just @@ -1251,7 +1249,7 @@ still markedly fixed me. He turned away; that was all I knew. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap04"></a>IV</h2> +<h2><a id="chap04"></a>IV</h2> <p> It was not that I didn’t wait, on this occasion, for more, for I was @@ -1429,7 +1427,7 @@ space to mention. I wondered why <i>she</i> should be scared. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap05"></a>V</h2> +<h2><a id="chap05"></a>V</h2> <p> Oh, she let me know as soon as, round the corner of the house, she loomed again @@ -1825,7 +1823,7 @@ wonder of it. “Yes. Mr. Quint is dead.” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap06"></a>VI</h2> +<h2><a id="chap06"></a>VI</h2> <p> It took of course more than that particular passage to place us together in @@ -2061,7 +2059,7 @@ myself had kept back nothing, but there was a word Mrs. Grose had kept back. I was sure, moreover, by morning, that this was not from a failure of frankness, but because on every side there were fears. It seems to me indeed, in retrospect, that by the time the morrow’s sun was high I had restlessly -read into the fact before us almost all the meaning they were to receive from +read into the facts before us almost all the meaning they were to receive from subsequent and more cruel occurrences. What they gave me above all was just the sinister figure of the living man—the dead one would keep awhile!—and of the months he had continuously passed at Bly, which, added @@ -2180,7 +2178,7 @@ ready for more. Then I again shifted my eyes—I faced what I had to face. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap07"></a>VII</h2> +<h2><a id="chap07"></a>VII</h2> <p> I got hold of Mrs. Grose as soon after this as I could; and I can give no @@ -2531,7 +2529,7 @@ dreamed—they’re lost!” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap08"></a>VIII</h2> +<h2><a id="chap08"></a>VIII</h2> <p> What I had said to Mrs. Grose was true enough: there were in the matter I had @@ -2802,7 +2800,7 @@ wait,” I wound up. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap09"></a>IX</h2> +<h2><a id="chap09"></a>IX</h2> <p> I waited and waited, and the days, as they elapsed, took something from my @@ -2976,7 +2974,7 @@ lost. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap10"></a>X</h2> +<h2><a id="chap10"></a>X</h2> <p> I remained awhile at the top of the stair, but with the effect presently of @@ -3147,7 +3145,7 @@ Miles himself. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap11"></a>XI</h2> +<h2><a id="chap11"></a>XI</h2> <p> It was not till late next day that I spoke to Mrs. Grose; the rigor with which @@ -3319,7 +3317,7 @@ able to draw upon. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap12"></a>XII</h2> +<h2><a id="chap12"></a>XII</h2> <p> The particular impression I had received proved in the morning light, I repeat, @@ -3515,7 +3513,7 @@ She was really frightened. “Yes, miss?” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap13"></a>XIII</h2> +<h2><a id="chap13"></a>XIII</h2> <p> It was all very well to join them, but speaking to them proved quite as much as @@ -3687,7 +3685,7 @@ a rush. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap14"></a>XIV</h2> +<h2><a id="chap14"></a>XIV</h2> <p> Walking to church a certain Sunday morning, I had little Miles at my side and @@ -3951,7 +3949,7 @@ off alone into church. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap15"></a>XV</h2> +<h2><a id="chap15"></a>XV</h2> <p> The business was practically settled from the moment I never followed him. It @@ -4058,7 +4056,7 @@ must stay. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap16"></a>XVI</h2> +<h2><a id="chap16"></a>XVI</h2> <p> I had so perfectly expected that the return of my pupils would be marked by a @@ -4301,7 +4299,7 @@ eyes. “Ah, miss, <i>you</i> write!” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap17"></a>XVII</h2> +<h2><a id="chap17"></a>XVII</h2> <p> I went so far, in the evening, as to make a beginning. The weather had changed @@ -4588,7 +4586,7 @@ candle’s out!” I then cried. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap18"></a>XVIII</h2> +<h2><a id="chap18"></a>XVIII</h2> <p> The next day, after lessons, Mrs. Grose found a moment to say to me quietly: @@ -4767,7 +4765,7 @@ meanwhile, yourself, upstairs.” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap19"></a>XIX</h2> +<h2><a id="chap19"></a>XIX</h2> <p> We went straight to the lake, as it was called at Bly, and I daresay rightly @@ -4808,7 +4806,7 @@ Mrs. Grose still stood where she had stopped. “You suppose they really </p> <p> -“I could meet this with a confidence! They say things that, if we heard +I could meet this with a confidence! “They say things that, if we heard them, would simply appall us.” </p> @@ -4970,7 +4968,7 @@ brought the thing out handsomely. “Where, my pet, is Miss Jessel?” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap20"></a>XX</h2> +<h2><a id="chap20"></a>XX</h2> <p> Just as in the churchyard with Miles, the whole thing was upon us. Much as I @@ -5142,7 +5140,7 @@ stillness; yet he wanted, I felt, to be with me. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap21"></a>XXI</h2> +<h2><a id="chap21"></a>XXI</h2> <p> Before a new day, in my room, had fully broken, my eyes opened to Mrs. Grose, @@ -5563,7 +5561,7 @@ went. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap22"></a>XXII</h2> +<h2><a id="chap22"></a>XXII</h2> <p> Yet it was when she had got off—and I missed her on the spot—that @@ -5712,7 +5710,7 @@ the waiter had left us. “Well—so we’re alone!” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap23"></a>XXIII</h2> +<h2><a id="chap23"></a>XXIII</h2> <p> “Oh, more or less.” I fancy my smile was pale. “Not @@ -5918,7 +5916,7 @@ the table in the hall, you took, you know, my letter.” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap24"></a>XXIV</h2> +<h2><a id="chap24"></a>XXIV</h2> <p> My sense of how he received this suffered for a minute from something that I @@ -6248,7 +6246,3 @@ and his little heart, dispossessed, had stopped. <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 209 ***</div> </body> </html> - - - - |