The Monkey's Paw. William W. Jacobs. Outside, the night was cold and wet but a fire burned brightly in the small living room of Laburnum Villa, where Mr White. Free PDF, epub, Kindle ebook. The Monkey's Paw is a supernatural short story first published in England in In the story, three wishes are granted to the. What time was it? 2. Had they enjoyed their evening with Tom Morris? 3. Did Herbert believe the story about the monkey's paw? 4. Did his mother agree? 5.
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The Monkey's Paw (). Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. The Monkey's Paw. “Be careful what you wish for, you may receive it.” – Anonymous. PART ONE. Outside, the night was cold and wet, but in the small living. The Monkey's Paw () by W. W. Jacobs. I. WITHOUT, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the.
White and his son, Herbert, are playing chess. White makes a daring move with his king, so unnecessary and dangerous that Mrs. White, who is knitting by the fire, comments on it. Jacobs sets the scene of a cozy, happy family home, showing the domesticity that will be disrupted by the appearance of the paw. This scene sets up the dichotomy of the safe, happy inside and the dangerous outside.
Here, Mr. White believes that he can alter his fate, but that turns out to be an illusion, as he loses anyway. Active Themes Mr. White becomes angry when he cannot change his fate through his own actions. Active Themes The expected guest arrives and Mr. White introduces him to the others as Sergeant-Major Morris. White gives the guest some whiskey and after three glasses, Morris entertains the Whites with stories of his adventures in faraway places. White remarks that he would like to go to India someday.
Also, the reader sees Mr. Download it! White clearly has a predilection for. Morris says that he has, and his wishes really were granted. Morris also reveals that he got the paw after the first man used his third wish to wish for death.
The consequences of wishing on the paw are so great that its first owner chose death due to the suffering brought on by his first two wishes. However, the fact that Morris cannot sell the paw because no one believes the story of its magic raises the possibility that the paw may not be able to grant wishes and cause suffering after all.
He then he throws the paw into the fire, but Mr. White grabs the paw before it can burn. Morris tells him that the paw should be burned, but Mr.
White can keep it if he wants. He tells Mr. White how to use it, but warns him there will be consequences. Morris tells Mr. White also covets the power of the paw, even though Morris has warned him of the suffering it will bring.
White reveals, slightly embarrassed, that he made Morris take a small amount of money for the paw, at which point Morris told him again to destroy it. White says he would not know what to wish for, since he already has everything he would ever need. His teasing of his father represents a skeptical point of view which does not believe that one can drastically alter their own fate. White: Be quiet, there!
Herbert catches Mrs. White in his arms and kisses her : I wonder. He looks about him with a happy smile. Laughing Well — go ahead! White half laughing : Shall I? Crosses to R. Herbert: Go on! Crosses to piano. Herbert: Now, dad! Plays Mr.
White: I will! Holds up the paw, as if half ashamed. I wish for two hundred pounds. Crash on the piano. At the same instant Mr. White utters a cry and lets the paw drop. White gazing with horror at the paw : It moved! As I wished, it twisted in my hand like a snake. Herbert goes down r. Lays it on the mantelpiece Mrs. White: Must have been your fancy, father. Herbert facing away : Well? But it gave me a shock. Herbert: Half-past eleven.
I must get along. Goes up c. Herbert: I shall walk home as usual. Does me good. I shall be with you about nine. White: You know your father never waits. Herbert: Good-night, mother. Kisses her. She lights candle on dresser, l. Herbert: Ah!
And a monkey hanging by his tail from the bed-post, watching you count the golden sovereigns. Herbert: All right, dad. Opens door. What weather! The old man shakes his head, closes the door, locks it, puts the chain up, slips the lower bolt, has some difficulty with the upper bolt.
I must get Herbert to look to it in the morning. Comes into the room, puts out the lamp, crosses towards steps, but is irresistibly attracted towards fireplace. Sits down and stares into the fire. His expression changes: he sees something horrible.
White with an involuntary cry : Mother! Comes down R. White mastering himself. Rises : Nothing —I — ah — I saw faces in the fire. White: Come along. She takes his arm and draws him towards the steps. He looks back frightened towards fireplace as they reach the first step.
The table, which has been moved nearer the window, is laid for breakfast, Mrs. White busy about the table, Mr. White standing in the window looking off R. The inner door is open, showing the outer door. White l. Looks at clock on mantelpiece Quarter to nine, I declare. Crosses to fire. White: Takes him half-an-hour to change and wash.
White: Sausages. Picks it up, looks at it with disgust, puts it back. Takes sausages in dish from before fire and places them on table. Silly thing! The idea of us listening to such nonsense! White goes up to window again : Ay — the Sergeant-Major and his yarns!
I suppose all old soldiers are alike. White: Come on, father. Herbert hates us to wait. They both sit and begin breakfast. White: How could wishes be granted, nowadays? White: Ah! Been thinking about it all night, have you? White: You kept me awake, with your tossing and tumbling. White: Ay, I had a bad night. White: It was the storm, I expect. How it blew! I was asleep and not asleep, if you know what I mean.
White: And all that rubbish about its making you unhappy if your wish was granted! How could two hundred pounds hurt you, eh, father? White: Might drop on my head in a lump. Though, mind you, Morris said it would all happen so naturally that you might take it for a coincidence, if so disposed.
White: John — John — Suppose? White: Suppose what? White: Suppose it was two hundred pounds! White suppressing his excitement : Eh! Takes letter to White, r. White: You. White: Hand it over, then. Feeling and examining it with ill-concealed excitement. The idea! What a superstitious old woman you are! Where are my specs? White: Let me open it. Goes to R. White: Will you find my specs? White taking them off mantelpiece : Here, John, here.
As he opens the letter. Take care! White: Tear what? White: If it was banknotes, John! White sits down to finish his breakfast silently. White goes to the window. White: That comes of listening to tipsy old soldiers.
White pettish : What does? White: You thought there was banknotes in it. I said all along — Mrs. White: How Herbert will laugh, when I tell him! Why, I should never hear the last of it.
White: Serve you right. I shall tell him. You know you like his fun. See how he joked you last night when you said the paw moved. She is looking through the window towards R. White: So it did. It did move. White abstractedly: she is watching some- thing outside : You thought it did. White: I say it did. There was no thinking about it. Turns round. What is it? White: Nothing. White turns back to his breakfast : Do you see Herbert coming? White: No. Only a man. Looks like a gentleman.
White: What about him? He is not interested; goes on eating.
White: He stood at the garden-gate as if he wanted to come in. White: Oh, go on! He turns away again. Eagerly, John! He looks like a sort of a lawyer. White: What of it? Where is he now? White: Gone down the road. He has turned back. Here he comes! Crosses to fire R.
White to Mrs. White, who is hastily smoothing her hair, etc. Come to the wrong house. Crosses to fireplace. White opens the door. Sampson, dressed from head to foot in solemn black, with a top-hat, stands in the doorway. Sampson outside : Is this Mr. White: Come in, sir.
Please step in. She shows him into the room; goes R. You must overlook our being so untidy; and the room all anyhow; and John in his garden-coat. To Mr. White, reproachfully. Oh, John.
Sampson to Mr. White : Morning. My name is Sampson. Sampson stands quite still up c. Sampson: Ah — thank you — no, I think not — I think not. White: Why, you might have come with him. White with a little anxiety : Is anything the matter? Sampson: I was asked to call — Mrs. White abruptly : Herbert! Has anything happened? Is he hurt? White soothing her : There, there, mother. Let the gentleman speak. White: Is he hurt? Sampson bows. Sampson: Very badly. Turns away. White with a cry : John —!
She instinctively moves towards White. White: Is he in pain? Sampson: He is not in pain. White: Oh, thank God! Thank God for that! Thank — She looks in a startled fashion at Mr. White — realizes what Sampson means, catches his arm and tries to turn him towards her. Do you mean —? Sampson avoids her look: she gropes for her husband: he takes her two hands in his, and gently lets her sink into the armchair above the fireplace, then he stands on her right, between her and Sampson.
White hoarsely : Go on, sir. Sampson: He was telling his mates a story. Something that had happened here last night.
White, her face shows her horror and agony. White vague, holding Mrs. White staring blankly : Our— great — loss! Sampson: I was to say further — as if apologizing I am only their servant — I am only obeying orders— Mr. White: Our — great — loss —! Gets to door. White: Our— great — loss — Suddenly, with horror. How — how much? Sampson in the doorway : Two hundred pounds. White gives a cry. The old man takes no heed of her, smiles faintly, puts out his hands like a sightless man, and drops, a senseless heap, to the floor.
White stares at him blankly and her hands go out helplessly towards him. White: And taken all our hopes with him — Mr. White: And all our wishes — Mrs. White: Ay, and all our — With a sudden cry. She comes quickly to him; he rises. White: Jenny! White with dreadful eagerness : The paw! White bewildered : Where? Where is it? White: I want it! Find it!
White groping on the mantelpiece : Here! Here it is! What do you want of it? He leaves it there. White: Think of what?
White: The other two wishes! White with horror : What? White: No!
White crosses to r. White takes the paw and follows him Take it. Take it quickly. And wish — Mr. White avoiding the paw : Wish what? White: Oh, John! Wish our boy alive again! White: Good God! Are you mad? White: Take it. Take it and wish. With a paroxysm of grief. Oh, my boy! My boy! White: Get to bed. Get to sleep. White: We had the first wish granted— why not the second? Bring him back. White thrusting it in his hand : Here!
White trembling : Jenny! White fiercely : Wish. White shuddering, but overcome by her insistence : I — I — wish — my — son — alive again. He drops it with a cry. The candle goes out. Utter darkness.
He sinks into a chair. White hurries to the window and draws the blind back.