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"Victorian Short Stories: Stories of Courtship" by W. S. Gilbert et al. is a collection of romantic tales written in the late 19th century. This anthology explores various aspects of courtship, featuring characters from different walks of life navigating the intricacies of love and social expectations. The stories highlight the trials and tribulations faced by the protagonists as they grapple with their feelings, societal norms, and personal dilemmas. The opening of the collection introduces "Angela: An Inverted Love Story" by William Schwenk Gilbert. It centers around a paralyzed man who spends years observing a young woman named Angela from his window in Venice, developing a romantic connection through inverted reflections in the canal below. Their relationship unfolds through a playful exchange of flowers, symbolizing a budding yet innocent courtship. However, the story takes a poignant turn when the man learns that Angela is engaged to her brother, ultimately revealing that his fe

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A stampede of huddled sheep, wildly scampering over the slaty shingle,
emerged from the leaden mist that muffled the fell-top, and a shrill
shepherd's whistle broke the damp stillness of the air. And presently a
man's figure appeared, following the sheep down the hillside. He halted
a moment to whistle curtly to his two dogs, who, laying back their ears,
chased the sheep at top speed beyond the brow; then, his hands deep in
his pockets, he strode vigorously forward. A streak of white smoke from
a toiling train was creeping silently across the distance: the great,
grey, desolate undulations of treeless country showed no other sign of
life.

The sheep hurried in single file along a tiny track worn threadbare amid
the brown, lumpy grass: and, as the man came round the mountain's
shoulder, a narrow valley opened out beneath him--a scanty patchwork of
green fields, and, here and there, a whitewashed farm, flanked by a dark
cluster of sheltering trees.

The man walked with a loose, swinging gait. His figure was spare and
angular: he wore a battered, black felt hat and clumsy, iron-bound
boots: his clothes were dingy from long exposure to the weather. He had
close-set, insignificant eyes, much wrinkled, and stubbly eyebrows
streaked with grey. His mouth was close-shaven, and drawn by his
abstraction into hard and taciturn lines; beneath his chin bristled an
unkempt fringe of sandy-coloured hair.

When he reached the foot of the fell, the twilight was already blurring
the distance. The sheep scurried, with a noisy rustling, across a flat,
swampy stretch, over-grown with rushes, while the dogs headed them
towards a gap in a low, ragged wall built of loosely-heaped boulders.
The man swung the gate to after them, and waited, whistling
peremptorily, recalling the dogs. A moment lat

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