masculinity

My family itself is so small that it will not take me long to describe it. When my dear wife died I felt that he was all I had to love. I could not bear to see the smile fade even for a moment from his face. Perhaps it would have been better for both of us had...

He was a remarkably handsome man, dark, aquiline, and moustached—evidently the man of whom I had heard. He appeared to be in a great hurry, shouted to the cabman to wait, and brushed past the maid who opened the door with the air of a man who was thoroughly at...

You are weakened already.” As he spoke he took off his coat and rolled up his shirt-sleeve. Again the operation; again the narcotic; again some return of colour to the ashy cheeks, and the regular breathing of healthy sleep. This time I watched whilst Van Hels...