She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and catching her by the arm, held her tightly. said Herbert, with his hand on his shoulder. "It must have been your fancy, father," said his wife, regarding him anxiously. Report. "Why?". The talisman fell to the floor, and he regarded it fearfully. Permission is granted to download for personal use only; The room was in darkness, and the sound of subdued weeping came from the window.

All of which did not prevent her from scurrying to the door at the postman's knock, nor prevent her from referring somewhat shortly to retired Sargeant-Majors of bibulous habits when she found that the post brought a tailor's bill. "I - was asked to call," he said at last, and stooped and picked a piece of cotton from his trousers. His wife sat up in bed listening. His host filled it for him again. "Better where you are," said the Sargeant-Major, shaking his head. "Did you give anything for it, father?" he cried aghast. "Get back to bed he said unsteadily.

His father, smiling shamefacedly at his own credulity, held up the talisman, as his son, with a solemn face, somewhat marred by a wink at his mother, sat down and struck a few impressive chords. He sat staring out the window, and taking his wife's hand between his own, pressed it as he had been wont to do in their old courting days nearly forty years before. said his friend doggedly. There was another knock, and another. "I beg that you will understand I am only their servant and merely obeying orders.�. "Has anything happened to Herbert? It passed me on the stairs.�. Via Google Play Music app on Android v4+, iOS v7+, or by exporting MP3 files to your computer and playing on any MP3 compatible music player. The Monkey’s Paw by W. W. Jacobs: free audio download (podcast) from Listen to Genius | Part I Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnum villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. The last was so horrible and so simian that he gazed at it in amazement. ", She came stumbling across the room toward him.

demanded the mother wildly. He went down in the darkness, and felt his way to the parlour, and then to the mantlepiece.

Try it and enjoy music of the best quality. What is it? His brow cold with sweat, he felt his way round the table, and groped along the wall until he found himself in the small passage with the unwholesome thing in his hand. "Never mind, though; there's no harm done, but it gave me a shock all the same.�. Even his wife's face seemed changed as he entered the room. Besides, people won't buy. "No," she cried triumphantly; "We'll have one more. What is it? "You will be cold.�. ", "It's in the parlour, on the bracket," he replied, marveling. And he pressed me again to throw it away.�, "Likely," said Herbert, with pretended horror. He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and at the same moment he found the monkey's paw, and frantically breathed his third and last wish. The matches fell from his hand and spilled in the passage. Let go.

A fine crash from the piano greeted his words, interrupted by a shuddering cry from the old man. "For God's sake don't let it in," cried the old man, trembling. Mrs. White drew back with a grimace, but her son, taking it, examined it curiously. A perfect fusillade of knocks reverberated throgh the house, and he heard the scraping of a chair as his wife as his wife put it down in the passage against the door. In mental connexion with the two hundred pounds, she noticed that the stranger was well dressed, and wore a silk hat of glossy newness. "It's my boy; it's Herbert!" The talisman was in its place, and a horrible fear that the unspoken wish might bring his mutilated son before him ere he could escape from the room seized up on him, and he caught his breath as he found that he had lost the direction of the door. "I wish for two hundred pounds," said the old man distinctly. But the days passed, and expectations gave way to resignation - the hopeless resignation of the old, sometimes mis-called apathy.