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The Phantom 'Rickshaw and Other Tales, also known as The Phantom 'Rickshaw & other Eerie Tales, is a collection of short stories by Rudyard Kipling, first published in 1888. After an affair with a Mrs. Agnes Keith-Wessington in Simla, the narrator, Jack, repudiates her and eventually becomes engaged to Miss Kitty Mannering.
- Rudyard Kipling
- British India
- 1888
- English
29 de dez. de 2008 · The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Phantom 'Rickshaw and Other Ghost Stories, by Rudyard Kipling This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.
The phantom 'rickshaw, and other tales. Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936; Firestone, Archibald, former owner. DLC; Kipling Collection (Library of Congress) DLC; Carpenter Kipling Collection (Library of Congress) DLC; Colt Kipling Collection (Library of Congress) DLC. Book digitized by Google from the library of Harvard University and uploaded to the ...
1 de set. de 2001 · The Phantom 'Rickshaw, and Other Ghost Stories. Contents. The phantom 'rickshaw -- My own true ghost story -- The strange ride of Morrowbie Jukes -- The man who would be king -- The finest story in the world. Credits.
- Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936
- English
- Produced by David Reed, and David Widger
25 de jul. de 2007 · The phantom 'rickshaw and other tales : Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936 : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive. by. Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936. Publication date. [1890] Publisher. Allahabad : A.H. Wheelr & Co.; Lonson : Sampson Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington. Collection. cdl; americana. Contributor.
The Phantom Rickshaw and Other Tales. The Phantom 'Rickshaw and Other Tales (1890) by Rudyard Kipling. This transcription is of the first edition to be printed in England. Two earlier editions (1888 and 1889), containing the same four stories, were printed in Allahabad, India.
In the centre of the level road stood the black and white liveries, the yellow-panelled 'rickshaw and Mrs. Keith-Wessington. I pulled up, looked, rubbed my eyes, and, I believe, must have said something. The next thing I knew was that I was lying face downward on the road, with Kitty kneeling above me in tears.
