Fiction/19th Century/Brontes jane.pdf Jane Eyre Rochester, St. John, Family -- and a madwoman in the attic. By Charlotte Bronte
Fiction/19th Century/Brontes napspect.pdf Napoleon and the Spectre--Charlotte Brontë They would now have been in total darkness had it not been for a dim light which shone round the ghost and revealed the damp walls of a long, vaulted passage. Down this they proceeded with mute rapidity. Ere long a cool, refreshing breeze, which rushed wailing up the vault and caused the Emperor to wrap his loose nightdress closer round, announced their approach to the open air.
Fiction/19th Century/Brontes brnte.pdf Notes on the Pseudonums Used by the Bronte Sisters--Charlotte Bronte Indeed, I feel myself that it is time the obscurity attending those two names-Ellis and Acton-was done away. The little mystery, which formerly yielded some harmless pleasure, has lost its interest; circumstances are changed. It becomes, then, my duty to explain briefly the origin and authorship of the books written by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell.
Fiction/19th Century/Brontes brntp.pdf Poems by the Bronte Sisters I've quench'd my lamp, I struck it in that start/Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall--/The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depart/Its light, even as I woke, on yonder wall;/Over against my bed, there shone a gleam/Strange, faint, and mingling also with my dream./
Fiction/19th Century/Brontes bronteshirley.pdf Shirley Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things within as on the state of things without and around us. I make this trite remark, because I happen to know that Messrs Helstone and Moore trotted forth from the mill-yard gates at the head of their very small company, in the best possible spirits.--by Charlotte Bronte
Fiction/19th Century/Brontes tprof.pdf The Professor No man likes to acknowledge that he has made a mistake in the choice of his profession, and every man, worthy of the name, will row long against wind and tide before he allows himself to cry out, "I am baffled!" and submits to be floated passively back to land. From the first week of my residence in X---- I felt my occupation irksome.--by Charlotte Bronte
Fiction/19th Century/Brontes tenantwildfell.pdf The Tenant of Wildfell Hall It was about the close of the month, that, yielding at length to the urgent importunities of Rose, I accompanied her in a visit to Wildfell Hall. To our surprise, we were ushered into a room where the first object that met the eye was a painter's easel, with a table beside it covered with rolls of canvas, bottles of oil and varnish, palette, brushes, paints, etc. -- by Anne Bronte
Fiction/19th Century/Brontes villette.pdf Villette The next day, on my return from a long walk, I found, as I entered my bedroom, an unexpected change. In addition to my own French bed in its shady recess, appeared in a corner a small crib, draped with white; and in addition to my mahogany chest of drawers, I saw a tiny rosewood chest. I stood still, gazed, and considered.
Fiction/19th Century/Brontes wuthr.pdf Wuthering Heights Heathcliff! Madness! Revenge! And oh yeah, some funky cherubs. -- By Emily Bronte
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot admbe.pdf Adam Bede The exciting influence of the previous day, heightened at last by Dinah's unexpected presence, had not been counteracted by any bodily weariness, for he had not done his ordinary amount of hard work; and so when he went to bed; it was not till he had tired himself with hours of tossing wakefulness that drowsiness came,
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot brotjac.pdf Brother Jacob Among the many fatalities attending the bloom of young desire, that of blindly taking to the confectionery line has not, perhaps, been sufficiently considered.
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot danderonda.pdf Daniel Deronda Their eyes met, and Mordecai looked as much surprised as Deronda-neither in his surprise making any sign of recognition. But when Mordecai was seating himself at the end of the table, he just bent his head to the guest in a cold and distant manner, as if the disappointment of the morning remained a disagreeable association with this new acquaintance.
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot holteliot.pdf Felix Holt, The Radical Felix Holt, when he entered, was not in an observant mood; and when, after seating himself, at the minister's invitation, near the little table which held the work-basket, he stared at the wax-candle opposite to him, he did so without any wonder or consciousness that the candle was not of tallow. But the minister's sensitiveness gave another interpretation to the gaze which he divined rather than saw; and in alarm lest this inconsistent extravagance should obstruct his usefulness, he hastened to say-
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot janerepent.pdf Janet's Repentance It is really surprising that young ladies should not be thought competent to the same curriculum as young gentlemen. I observe that their powers of sarcasm are quite equal; and if there had been a genteel academy for young gentlemen at Milby, I am inclined to think that, notwithstanding Euclid and the classics, the party spirit there would not have exhibited itself in more pungent irony, or more incisive satire, than was heard in Miss Townley's seminary.
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot mmarch.pdf Middlemarch Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot gifillove.pdf Mr. Gilfil's Love Story Even dirty Dame Fripp, who was a very rare church-goer, had been to Mrs Hackit to beg a bit of old crape, and with this sign of grief pinned on her little coal-scuttle bonnet, was seen dropping her curtsy opposite the reading-desk. This manifestation of respect towards Mr Gilfil's memory on the part of Dame Fripp had no theological bearing whatever. It was due to an event which had occurred some years back, and which, I am sorry to say, had left that grimy old lady as indifferent to the means of grace as ever.
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot romola.pdf Romola There was a rising sob in Romola's voice as she said the last words, which touched the fatherly fibre in Bardo. He stretched his hand upward a little in search of her golden hair, and as she placed her head under his hand, he gently stroked it, leaning towards her as if his eyes discerned some glimmer there.
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot scenecler.pdf Scenes of Clerical Life Many eyes were turned on Janet with a look of surprise as she walked up the aisle of Paddiford church. She felt a little tremor at the notice she knew she was exciting, but it was a strong satisfaction to her that she had been able at once to take a step that would let her neighbours know her change of feeling towards Mr Tryan: she had left herself now no room for proud reluctance or weak hesitation.
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot smarn.pdf Silas Marner But while opinion concerning him had remained nearly stationary, and his daily habits had presented scarcely any visible change, Marner's inward life had been a history and a metamorphosis, as that of every fervid nature must be when it has fled, or been condemned, to solitude.
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot liftveil.pdf The Lifted Veil I have lately been subject to attacks of angina pectoris; and in the ordinary course of things, my physician tells me, I may fairly hope that my life will not be protracted many months. Unless, then, I am cursed with an exceptional physical constitution, as I am cursed with an exceptional mental character,
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot mlfls.pdf The Mill on the Floss `WHAT I want, you know,' said Mr Tulliver, `what I want, is to give Tom a good eddication: an eddication as'll be a bread to him. That was what I was thinking on when I gave notice for him to leave th' Academy at Ladyday. I mean to put him to a downright good school at Midsummer.
Fiction/19th Century/George Eliot amosbarton.pdf The Sad Fortunes of the Reverend Amos Barton But, my dear madam, it is so very large a majority of your fellow-countrymen that are of this insignificant stamp. At least eighty out of a hundred of your adult male fellow-Britons returned in the last census are neither extraordinarily silly, nor extraordinarily wicked, nor extraordinarily wise; their eyes are neither deep and liquid with sentiment, nor sparkling with suppressed witticisms; they have probably had no hairbreadth escapes or thrilling adventures; their brains are certainly not pregnant with genius, and their passions have not manifested themselves at all after the fashion of a volcano.
Fiction/19th Century/Jane Austen emma.pdf Emma Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
Fiction/19th Century/Jane Austen lsusn.pdf Lady Susan A tale comprised entirely of letters.
Fiction/19th Century/Jane Austen mansf.pdf Mansfield Park About thirty years ago Miss Maria Ward, of Huntingdon, with only seven thousand pounds, had the good luck to captivate Sir Thomas Bertram, of Mansfield Park, in the county of Northampton, and to be thereby raised to the rank of a baronet's lady, with all the comforts and consequences of an handsome house and large income.
Fiction/19th Century/Jane Austen nortab.pdf Northanger Abbey THIS little work was finished in the year 1803, and intended for immediate publication. It was disposed of to a bookseller, it was even advertised, and why the business proceeded no farther, the author has never been able to learn. That any bookseller should think it worth-while to purchase what he did not think it worth-while to publish seems extraordinary.
Fiction/19th Century/Jane Austen persua.pdf Persuasion Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents
Fiction/19th Century/Jane Austen austenplan.pdf Plan of a Novel according to Hints from Various Quarters From this outset, the Story will proceed, and contain a striking variety of adventures. Heroine and her Father never above a fortnight together in one place, he being driven from his Curacy by the vile arts of some totally unprincipled and heart-less young Man, desperately in love with the Heroine, and pursuing her with unrelenting passion. -- No sooner settled in one Country of Europe than they are necessitated to quit it and retire to another
Fiction/19th Century/Jane Austen pripre.pdf Pride and Prejudice It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a large fortune must be in want of a wife.
Fiction/19th Century/Jane Austen sanditon.pdf Sanditon AND WHOSE very snug-looking place is this? said Charlotte as, in a sheltered dip within two miles of the sea, they passed close by a moderate-sized house, well fenced and planted, and rich in the garden, orchard and meadows which are the best embellishments of such a dwelling. "It seems to have as many comforts about it as Willingden."
Fiction/19th Century/Jane Austen sense.pdf Sense and Sensibility By a former marriage, Mr. Henry Dashwood had one son: by his present lady, three daughters. The son, a steady respectable young man, was amply provided for by the fortune of his mother, which had been large, and half of which devolved on him on his coming of age. By his own marriage, likewise, which happened soon afterwards, he added to his wealth.
Fiction/19th Century/Jane Austen watsons.pdf The Watsons The next morning brought a great many visitors. It was the way of the place always to call on Mrs. Edwards the morning after a ball, and this neighbourly inclination was increased in the present instance by a general spirit of curiosity on Emma's account, as everybody wanted to look again at the girl who had been admired the night before by Lord Osborne. Many were the eyes, and various the degrees of approbation with which she was examined.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott grlnd.pdf A Garland for Girls--Louisa May Alcott I'll show you the way, my dear. I always get my things settled at once, as one never knows when one may have to turn in. The Professor will go with you, Ethel; it is not proper for you to roam about alone; and with that hint Mrs. Homer led the way below, privately wondering how these young persons were going to get on together
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott modcind.pdf A MODERN CINDERELLA: OR, THE LITTLE OLD SHOE To all of which remarks Nan gave her assent; though the hop-pole took the likeness of a tall figure she had seen in the porch, the sage-bed, curiously enough, suggested a strawberry ditto, the lettuce vividly reminded her of certain vegetable productions a basket had brought, and the bob-o-link only sung in his cheeriest voice, "Go home, go home! he is there!"
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott strngild.pdf A Strange Island--Louisa May Alcott I dared say no more; and, when the poor old man had been driven away by this foul proceeding, I went up the steps and peeped in; for I heard some one crying, and thought the cross bird, perhaps, had hurt some one else. A little old woman stood there, wringing her hands in great distress; while a small dog was barking at her with all his might.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott whisperdark.pdf A Whisper in the Dark I yearned to go, and when I willed the way so on appeared; so careless of bonnetless head and cambric gown, I stretched my hands to him, saying boldly, "Play young Lochinvar, Guy; I am little and light; take me up before you and show me the sea.".He liked the daring feat, held out his hand, I stepped on his boot toe, sprang up, and away we went over the wide moor, where the sun shone in a cloudless heaven, the lark soared singing from the green grass at our feet, and the September wind blew freshly from the sea. As we paused on the upland slope, that gave us a free view of the country for miles, Guy dismounted, and standing with his arm about the saddle to steady me in my precarious seat, began to talk.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott oldfasthank.pdf An Old Fashioned Thanksgiving You will see what I can do. Ma said I was to use my judgment about things, and I'm going to. All you children have got to do is to keep out of the way, and let Prue and me work. Eph, I wish you'd put a fire in the best room, so the little ones can play in there. We shall want the settin-room for the table, and I won t have them pickin' round when we get things fixed, commanded Tilly, bound to make her short reign a brilliant one.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott ofgrl.pdf An Old-Fashioned Girl POLLY soon found that she was in a new world, a world where the manners and customs were so different from the simple ways at home, that she felt like a stranger in a strange land, and often wished that she had not come. In the first place, she had nothing to do but lounge and gossip, read novels, parade the streets, and dress;
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott mask.pdf Behind a Mask: Or, A Woman's Power More from Louisa May Alcott. Hey, she might need a category.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott cupidcho.pdf Cupid and Chow Chow I don't care to disturb his happy childhood with quarrels beyond his comprehension. I shall teach him to be as good and just a man as his father, and feel quite sure that no woman will suffer wrong at his hands, returned Mrs. Ellen, smiling at Cupid's papa, who nodded back as if they quite understood one another.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott debdebut.pdf Debby's Debut Debby shook her head, and murmured, "Hush!"-but Aunt Pen had heard of matches being made in cars as well as in heaven; and as an experienced general, it became her to reconnoitre, when one of the enemy approached her camp. Slightly altering her position, she darted an all-comprehensive glance at the invader, who seemed entirely absorbed, for not an eyelash stirred during the scrutiny.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott 8csns.pdf Eight Cousins Rose was sitting in her pretty room, where she would gladly have spent all her time if it had been allowed; but she looked up with a smile, for she had ceased to fear her uncle's remedies, and was always ready to try a new one. The last had been a set of light gardening tools, with which she had helped him put the flower-beds in order, learning all sorts of new and pleasant things about the plants as she worked
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott ffabl.pdf Flower Fables DOWN among the grass and fragrant clover lay little Eva by the brook-side, watching the bright waves, as they went singing by under the drooping flowers that grew on its banks. As she was wondering where the waters went, she heard a faint, low sound, as of far-off music. She thought it was the wind, but not a leaf was stirring, and soon through the rippling water came a strange little boat
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott goodwives.pdf Good Wives Amy looked relieved, but naughty Jo took her at her word, for during the first call she sat with every limb gracefully composed, every fold correctly draped, calm as a summer sea, cool as a snowbank, and as silent as the sphinx. In vain Mrs. Chester alluded to her `charming novel', and the Misses Chester introduced parties, picnics, the opera, and the fashions. Each and all were answered by a smile, a bow, and a demure "Yes" or "No" with the chill on.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott hospitalsketches.pdf Hospital Sketches "Wash, dress, feed, warm and nurse them for the next three months, I dare say. Eighty beds are ready, and we were getting impatient for the men to come. Now you will begin to see hospital life in earnest, for you won't probably find time to sit down all day, and may think yourself fortunate if you get to bed by midnight. Come to me in the ball-room when you are ready; the worst cases are always carried there, and I shall need your help.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott howservice.pdf How I Went Out to Service A third door showed me a plain, dull sitting room, with an old man napping in his easy-chair. I heard voices in the kitchen beyond, and entering there, beheld Puah the fiend. Unfortunately, for the dramatic effect of the tableaux, all I saw was a mild-faced old woman, buttering toast, while she conversed with her familiar, a comfortable gray cat.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott jackjill.pdf Jack and Jill Jack and Jill never cared to say much about the night which followed the first coasting party of the season, for it was the saddest and the hardest their short lives had ever known. Jack suffered most in body; for the setting of the broken leg was such a painful job, that it wrung several sharp cries from him, and made Frank, who helped, quite weak and white with sympathy, when it was over.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott jsbys.pdf Jo's Boys All nice and warm for a July day, but received with delight nevertheless. Ted and Josie immediately 'dressed up', learned the war-whoop, and proceeded to astonish their friends by a series of skirmishes about the house and grounds, with tomahawks and bows and arrows, till weariness produced a lull.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott ltlmn.pdf Little Men: Life at Plumfield with Jo's Boys So Demi was transplanted to Plumfield, and took so kindly to the life there, that Meg and John and Grandpa felt satisfied that they had done well. Mixing with other boys brought out the practical side of him, roused his spirit, and brushed away the pretty cobwebs he was so fond of spinning in that little brain of his. To be sure, he rather shocked his mother when he came home,
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott litwm.pdf Little Women Louisa May Alcott's classic.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott lostpyr.pdf Lost in a Pyramid--Louisa May Alcott Full title: Lost in a Pyramid, or the Mummy's Curse
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott loveself.pdf Love and Self Love I cannot blame you, Jean; it was my usual forgetfulness of others which so misled you. I was tired of the world, and came hither to find peace in solitude. Effie cheered me with her winsome ways, and I learned to look on her as the blithe spirit whose artless wiles won me to forget a bitter past and a regretful present.""
" Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott mjrtg.pdf Marjorie's Three Gifts In vain they searched; in vain Marie wailed and Belle declared it must be somewhere; no wreath appeared. It was duly set down in the bill, and a fine sum charged for a head-dress to match the dainty forget-me-nots that looped the fleecy skirts and ornamented the bosom of the dress. It had evidently been forgotten; and mamma despatched Marie at once to try and match the flowers, for Belle would not hear of any other decoration for her beautiful blonde hair.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott mdcnd.pdf NELLY'S HOSPITAL Tony could hardly help shouting at the idea; but, rather than trouble his little mistress, he said very soberly: "I'm afraid they wouldn't lay easy, not being used to it. Tucking up a butterfly would about kill him; the worms would be apt to get lost among the bed-clothes; and the toads would tumble out the first thing."
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott pcktd.pdf On Picket Duty and Other Tales Sunshine streamed in through the one small window, where a caged bird was blithely singing, and a few flowers blossomed in the light. But blither than the bird's song, sweeter than the flowers, was the little voice and wan face of a child, who lay upon a bed placed where the warmest sunbeams fell.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott ppassi.pdf Pauline's Passion and Punishment Her eyes came back from their long gaze and settled on him full of an intelligence which deepened his perplexity. "You have not learned to know me yet; death is not more inexorable or time more tireless than I. This week has seemed one of indolent delight to you. To me it has been one of constant vigilance and labor, for scarcely a look, act, or word of mine has been without effect.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott rsblm.pdf Rose in Bloom For a time everything went smoothly, and Rose was a happy girl. The world seemed a beautiful and friendly place, and fulfillment of her brightest dreams appeared to be a possibility. Of course this could not last, and disappointment was inevitable, because young eyes look for a Paradise and weep when they find a workaday world which seems full of care and trouble till one learns to gladden and glorify it with high thoughts and holy living.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott scarstock.pdf Scarlet Stockings So peace was declared, and lasted unbroken for the remaining week of his stay, when he proposed to take Kate to the city for a little gayety. Miss Morgan openly approved the plan, but secretly felt as if the town was about to be depopulated, and tried to hide her melancholy in her substitute's socks. They were not large enough, however, to absorb it all, and when Lennox went to make his adieu, it was perfectly evident that the Doctor's Belle was out of tune.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott blindlark.pdf The Blind Lark They had learned to look for the little wistful face behind the bars, and loved to listen to the childish voice which caught and imitated the songs they sung and whistled, like a sweet echo. They called her "the blind lark," and, though she never knew it, many were the better for the pity they gave her.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott thebrothers.pdf The Brothers I wondered if it were some deep wrong or sorrow, kept alive by memory and impotent regret; if he mourned for the dead master to whom he had been faithful to the end; or if the liberty now his were robbed of half its sweetness by the knowledge that someone near and dear to him still languished in the hell from which he had escaped. My heart warmed to him at that idea; I wanted to know and comfort him; and, following the impulse of the moment, I went in and touched him on the shoulder.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott mysteriouskey.pdf The Mysterious Key and What it Opened When Paul spoke in that tone and wore that look, Lillian felt as if they had changed places, and he was the master and she the servant. She wondered over this in her childish mind, but proud and willful as she was, she liked it, and obeyed him with unusual meekness when he suggested that it was time to return.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott skipshoes.pdf The Skipping Shoes--Alcott Just as she said that, the shoes gave a skip, and set her on her feet so suddenly that it scared all the naughtiness out of her. She stood looking at these curious shoes; and the bright buttons on them seemed to wink at her like eyes, while the heels tapped on the floor a sort of tune. Before she dared to stir, her mother called from the next room,-
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott ullcs.pdf Under the Lilacs I've drove elephants and camels, ostriches and grizzly bears, and mules, and six yellow ponies all to oncet. May be I could manage cows if I tried hard, answered Ben, endeavoring to be meek and respectful when scorn filled his soul at the idea of not being able to drive a cow.
Fiction/19th Century/Louisa May Alcott wasoe.pdf Work: A Story of Experience For a week she enjoyed her liberty heartily, then set about finding something to do. Her wish was to be a governess, that being the usual refuge for respectable girls who have a living to get. But Christie soon found her want of accomplishments a barrier to success in that line, for the mammas thought less of the solid than of the ornamental branches, and wished their little darlings to learn French before English, music before grammar, and drawing before writing.
Fiction/19th Century/Lucy Maud Montgomery avonlea.pdf Anne of Avonlea A Wedding at the Stone House, among other events in this sequel.
Fiction/19th Century/Lucy Maud Montgomery greengable.pdf Anne of Green Gables Instead of sending him and Marilla a boy, Mrs Spencer had sent them a girl.
Fiction/19th Century/Lucy Maud Montgomery anneisland.pdf Anne of the Island Charlie Sloane, Gilbert Blythe and Anne Shirley left Avonlea the following Monday morning. Anne had hoped for a fine day. Diana was to drive her to the station and they wanted this, their last drive together for some time, to be a pleasant one. But when Anne went to bed Sunday night the east wind was moaning around Green Gables with an ominous prophecy which was fulfilled in the morning.
Fiction/19th Century/Lucy Maud Montgomery annedreams.pdf Anne's House of Dreams She recalled the first morning she had wakened in that little porch room, when the sunshine had crept in on her through the blossom-drift of the old Snow Queen. That had not been a happy wakening, for it brought with it the bitter disappointment of the preceding night. But since then the little room had been endeared and consecrated by years of happy childhood dreams and maiden visions. --by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Fiction/19th Century/Lucy Maud Montgomery fcrvn.pdf Further Chronicles of Avonlea It was a beautiful night; the full moon was just rising over the wooded hills, and her light fell through the poplars into the garden before me. Through an open corner on the western side I saw the sky all silvery blue in the afterlight. The garden was very beautiful just then, for it was the time of the roses, and ours were all out-so many of them-great pink, and red, and white, and yellow roses.
Fiction/19th Century/Lucy Maud Montgomery kilmeny.pdf KILMENY OF THE ORCHARD WHEN he emerged from the spruce wood and entered the orchard his heart gave a sudden leap, and he felt that the blood rushed madly to his face. She was there, bending over the bed of June lilies in the centre of the garden plot. He could only see her profile, virginal and white.
Fiction/19th Century/Lucy Maud Montgomery rainbowvalley.pdf Rainbow Valley Shirley is in bed and Jem and Walter and the twins are down in their beloved Rainbow Valley, said Anne. "They just came home this afternoon, you know, and they could hardly wait until supper was over before rushing down to the valley. They love it above every spot on earth. Even the maple grove doesn't rival it in their affections."
Fiction/19th Century/Lucy Maud Montgomery rilla.pdf Rilla of Ingleside October passed out and the dreary days of November and December dragged by. The world shook with the thunder of contending armies; Antwerp fell -Turkey declared war-gallant little Serbia gathered herself together and struck a deadly blow at her oppressor; and in quiet, hill-girdled Glen St. Mary, thousands of miles away, hearts beat with hope and fear over the varying dispatches from day to day.
Fiction/19th Century/Lucy Maud Montgomery chronicleavonlea.pdf The Chronicles of Avonlea THE honey-tinted autumn sunshine was falling thickly over the crimson and amber maples around old Abel Blair's door. There was only one outer door in old Abel's house, and it almost always stood wide open. A little black dog, with one ear missing and a lame forepaw, almost always slept on the worn red sandstone slab which served old Abel for a doorstep; and on the still more worn sill above it a large gray cat almost always slept. -- Lucy Maud Montgomery
Fiction/19th Century/Lucy Maud Montgomery goldr.pdf The Golden Road We enjoyed our walk--even Felix enjoyed it, although he had been appointed to write up the visit for Our Magazine and was rather weighed down by the responsibility of it. What mattered it though the world were gray and wintry? We walked the golden road and carried spring time in our hearts, and we beguiled our way with laughter and jest, and the tales the Story Girl told us--myths and legends of elder time.
Fiction/19th Century/Lucy Maud Montgomery strgl.pdf The Story Girl We sat still and counted the hundred. When Cecily finished she got up and went in search of Dan, resolved to soothe his wounded feelings. Felicity called after her to tell Dan there was a jam turnover she had put away in the pantry specially for him. Felix held out to Felicity a remarkably fine apple which he had been saving for his own consumption; and the Story Girl began a tale of an enchanted maiden in a castle by the sea; but we never heard the end of it. For, just as the evening star was looking whitely through the rosy window of the west, Cecily came flying through the orchard, wringing her hands.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge ltlwg.pdf Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe Nurse was frightened when she looked at them. She turned all the little sisters out of the night nursery, covered Lucy up close, and ordered her not to stir, certainly not to go into her bath. Then there was a whispering and a running about, and Lucy was half alarmed, but more pleased at being so important, for she did not feel at all ill, and quite enjoyed the tea and toast that Nurse brought up to her.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge ldyhs.pdf Lady Hester or, Ursula's Narrative Even my care for Alured sprang out of exclusive passion, and so, though I do think that by Heaven's mercy I had a great share in cherishing him into strength and health, I had managed him badly, I had indulged him over much, and was improperly resentful of any attempt of Jaquetta, or even of Fulk, to interfere with him or restrain him.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge bkgdd.pdf A Book of Golden Deeds--Charlotte M. Yonge Twenty thousand Persians had died before that handful of men! Xerxes asked Demaratus if there were many more at Sparta like these, and was told there were 8,000. It must have been with a somewhat failing heart that he invited his courtiers from the fleet to see what he had done to the men who dared to oppose him! and showed them the head and arm of Leonidas set up upon a cross; but he took care that all his own slain, except 1,000, should first be put out of sight. The body of the brave king was buried where he fell, as were those of the other dead.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge mdtel.pdf A Modern Telemachus Madame de Bourke bade the maids carry off the little Jacques, and Ulysse followed; but Estelle, who had often listened with rapt attention to the story of the escape, and longed to feast her eyes on the heroine, remained in her corner, usefully employed in disentangling the embroilment of silks, and with the illustrations to her beloved Telemaque as a resource in case the conversation should be tedious.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge abchr.pdf Abbeychurch 'I do not know what the mass of mankind may be at Abbeychurch,' said Anne, 'but I am sure the people whom we see oftenest at home, are such as I think it a privilege to know.' And she began to enumerate these friends.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge brock.pdf Beechcroft at Rockstone Gillian somehow felt a certain amusement and satisfaction in finding that Aunt Jane had one disobedient subject, but they were interrupted by two ladies eagerly asking where to find Miss Mohun, and a few steps farther on a young clergyman accosted them, and begged that Miss Mohun might be told the hour of some meeting. Also that 'the Bellevue Church people would not co-operate in the coal club.'
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge cmyonge.pdf Charlotte Mary Yonge--Mary Seeger During years of constant and rapid production her life to an onlooker was conspicuously devoid of varied or picturesque experience. Nearly the whole of her long life from its beginning was spent in the little village of Otterbourne, near Winchester. The region round about is full of historic interest, and in summer of abounding charm. The road thither winds through a broken and hilly country, dipping now and then into a green valley or climbing long slopes, flecked at intervals with dark green yews.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge cntkt.pdf Countess Kate She wove to herself dreams of possible delights with Sylvia and Charlie, if the summer visit could be paid to them; and at other times she imagined her Uncle Giles's two daughters still alive, and sent home for education, arranging in her busy brain wonderful scenes, in which she, with their assistance, should be happy in spite of Aunt Barbara. --by Charlotte M. Yonge
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge dnvrone.pdf Dynevor Terrace (Vol. I) Dynevor Terrace was said to have dark, damp kitchens, but by none who had ever been in No. 5, when the little compact fire was compressed to one glowing red crater of cinders, their smile laughing ruddily back from the bright array on the dresser, the drugget laid down, the round oaken table brought forward, and Jane Beckett, in afternoon trim, tending her geraniums, the offspring of the parting Cheveleigh nosegay, or gauffreing her mistress's caps.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge dnvrtwo.pdf Dynevor Terrace (Vol. II) On that eventful morning, Clara was the prey of Mrs. Beckett, Marianne, and the French milliner, and in such a flounced glace silk, such a lace mantle, and such a flowery bonnet was she arrayed, that Lord Ormersfield bowed to her as a stranger, and Louis talked of the transformations of the Giraffe. 'Is it not humiliating,' she said, 'to be so altered by finery? You might dress Isabel for ever, and her nobleness would surmount it all.'
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge frwps.pdf Friarswood Post Office His eyes were anxiously bent on the house, watching the white smoke rising from the chimney; then he hastened on to gain the first sight at the upper windows, feeling almost as he could have done had it been a brother who lay there; so much was his heart set on the first whom he had striven to help through the valley of the shadow of death. The window was open, but the blind was not drawn; and almost at the same moment the gate opened, some one looked out, and seeing him, waved his hand and arm in joyful signal towards some one within, and this gesture set Mr. Cope's heart at rest.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge heartsease.pdf Heartsease, Or Brother's Wife Were they to leave the country? This was still under consideration. The next fortnight made some difference in Theodora's wishes respecting Brogden Cottage. Violet becoming less timid, ventured to show that she took interest in poor people; and Theodora was pleased by finding her able to teach at school, and to remember the names of the children.--by Charlotte M. Yonge
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge henwish.pdf Henrietta's Wish In spite of all the longing wishes expressed during the drive, no ancestral home, beloved by inheritance, could have been entered with more affectionate rapture than that with which Frederick Langford sprung from the carriage, and flew to the arms of his mother, receiving and returning such a caress as could only be known by a boy conscious that he had done nothing to forfeit home love and confidence.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge jkbp.pdf John Keble's Parishes--Charlotte M Yonge Full title: JOHN KEBLE'S PARISHES: A HISTORY OF HURSLEY AND OTTERBOURNE
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge ltlwg.pdf Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe Improved text, supersedes earlier version.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge lvnlf.pdf Love and Life Bless thee my child! Take heed to yourself and your ways. It is a bad world, beset with temptations. Oh! heaven forgive me for sending my innocent lamb out into it. Oh! what would your blessed mother say?
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge magnb.pdf Magnum Bonum Never had expedition been more enjoyed than that of Mrs. Brownlow and her three boys. They had taken a week by the sea to recruit their forces, and then began their journey in earnest, since it was too late for a return to Eton, although so early in the season that to the Swiss they were like the first swallows of the spring, and they came in for some of the wondrous glory of the spring flowers, so often missed by tourists.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge mnglc.pdf My Young Alcides On the whole, her presence was very good for us, if only by infusing the element of age. She liked to potter about in the morning, attending to her birds and bantams, and talking to the gardening men, weeding women, and all the people in the adjacent hamlet; and, afterwards, the fireside, with her knitting and a newspaper, sufficed her.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge 7nutt.pdf Nuttie's Father--Charlotte M. Yonge Miss Mary did not think a yacht a likely place for the conversion of a croon into a pound, and the utter silence of mother and aunt did not seem to her satisfactory; but she feared either to damp the youthful enthusiasm for the lost father, or to foster curiosity that might lead to some painful discovery, so she took refuge in an inarticulate sound.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge scch.pdf Scenes and Characters 'You feel it, though you will not allow it,' said Lily. 'Now think of Emily's sympathy, and gentleness, and sweet smile, and tell me if she is not a complete personification of love. And then Eleanor, unpoetical-never thrown off her balance by grief or joy, with no ups and downs-no enthusiasm-no appreciation of the beautiful-her highest praise "very right," and tell me if there can be a better image of duty.'
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge stprl.pdf Stray Pearls Thickly veiled, I looked at no one except that I curtsied my thanks to the Abbess before kneeling down by the grating looking into the choir. My grief had always been too deep for tears, and on that day I was blessed in a certain exaltation of thoughts which bore me onward amid the sweet chants to follow my Philippe, my brave, pure-hearted, loving warrior, onto his rest in Paradise, and to think of the worship that he was sharing there.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge chplt.pdf The Chaplet of Pearls All were gaily dressed, with feathered hats, and short Spanish cloaks jauntily disposed over one shoulder; and their horses were trapped with bright silvered ornaments. As they advanced, the Chevalier exclaimed: 'Ah! It is my son! I knew he would come to meet me.' And, simultaneously, father and son leapt from their horses, and rushed into each other's arms. Berenger felt it only courteous to dismount and exchange embraces with his cousin, but with a certain sense of repulsion at the cloud of perfume that seemed to surround the younger Chevalier de Ribaumont; the ear-rings in his ears; the general air of delicate research about his riding-dress, and the elaborate attention paid to a small, dark, sallow face and figure, in which the only tolerable feature was an intensely black and piercing pair of eyes.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge cwotf.pdf The Clever Woman of the Family Rose found the wheeled chair, to which her aunt gave the preference, was engaged, and shaking her little discreet head at "the shakey chair" and "the stuffy chair," she turned pensively homeward, and was speeding down Mackarel Lane, when she was stayed by the words, "My little girl!" and the grandest and most bearded gentleman she had ever seen, demanded, "Can you tell me if Miss Williams lives here?" --by Charlotte M. Yonge
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge tdcoa.pdf The Daisy Chain, or Aspirations The misfortunes of that day disheartened and disconcerted Etheldred. To do mischief where she most wished to do good, to grieve where she longed to comfort, seemed to be her fate; it was vain to attempt anything for anyone's good, while all her warm feelings and high aspirations were thwarted by the awkward ungainly hands and heedless eyes that Nature had given her. --by Charlotte Yonge
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge dvegn.pdf The Dove in the Eagle's Nest Life in Schloss Adlerstein was little less intolerable than Christina's imagination had depicted it. It was entirely devoid of all the graces of chivalry, and its squalor and coarseness, magnified into absurdity by haughtiness and violence, were almost inconceivable. Fortunately for her, the inmates of the castle resided almost wholly below stairs in the hall and kitchen, and in some dismal dens in the thickness of their walls. --by Charlotte M. Yonge
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge heirredclyffe.pdf The Heir of Redclyffe Charlotte Yonge's blockbuster tale of man redeemed -- through marriage -- hey, it was 1850-something.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge hrdbh.pdf The Herd Boy and His Hermit To think of being left to the society of the sheep, of dumb Piers and his peasant parents was dreariness in the extreme to one who had begun to know something like conversation, and to have his countless questions answered, or at any rate attended to. Add to this, he had a deep personal love and reverence for his saint, long before the knowing him as his persecuted King, and thus his sorrow might well be profound, as well as rendered more acute by the terror lest his even unconscious description to his mother might have been treason!
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge lynwd.pdf The Lances Of Lynwood At last he beheld the Cathedral of Burgos rising in the midst of the Moorish fortifications of the town, and, halting his men under the shade of a few trees, he rode on in search of the marshals of the camp, and as soon as the open space for his tents had been assigned, he returned to see them raised. Gaston, who had of late become more silent, was lifted from his mule, and assisted into the tent, where he was laid on his couch, and soon after, Eustace was relieved from his anxiety on Leonard Ashton's account, by his appearance. He came stumbling in without one word of apology, only declaring himself as weary as a dog, and, throwing himself down on a deer-skin on his own side of the tent, was fast asleep in another minute.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge ltduk.pdf The Little Duke Ah! the young Baron de Montemar, said Sir Eric. "I knew his father well, and a brave man he was, though not of northern blood. He was warden of the marches of the Epte, and was killed by your father's side in the inroad of the Viscount du Cotentin, {10} at the time when you were born, Lord Richard."--by Charlotte Yonge, who will get her own category one of these days.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge lvaca.pdf The Long Vacation To begin with, said Gerald, "I don't think Fergus, or at any rate Davy Blake, was in fault. They tried to go home in good time, having an instinct for tides, but Adrian was chasing a sea-mouse or some such game, and could not be brought back, and then he fell over a slippery rock, and had to be dragged out of a hole, and by that time the channel of the Anscombe stream was too deep, at least for him, who has been only too carefully guarded from being amphibious."
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge plrhone.pdf The Pillars of the House, V1 'There are limits to human endurance, and Tom and I have overpassed each other's. I don't blame him, poor man; he wanted raw material to serve as an importer of hides and tallow, but you, the genuine article, were bespoken, and my father was not in a state for the pleading of personal predilections.'
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge prcpg.pdf The Prince and the Page--Charlotte M. Yonge Yet what a glorious sight must it not have been when it was fresh from the hands of the builder, the creamy stone clear and sharp at every angle, and each moulding and flower true and perfect as the chisel had newly left it. The deep archway of the west front opened in stately magnificence, and yet with a light loftiness hitherto unknown in England, and somewhat approaching to the style in which the great French cathedrals were then rising.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge stksc.pdf The Stokesley Secret However, David, partaking the family distrust of Hal's birds-in-the- bush, and being started on the subject of the hoard, ran up to Sam, who was learning his lessons by way of something to do, and said, "If you go to London, Sam, may I have your sixpence on Monday for the pig?" --by Charlotte M. Yonge
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge twsss.pdf The Two Sides of the Shield What would the two aunts have said, could they have seen Dolores and Constance, at that moment partaking of the most elaborate meal the Darminster refreshment-room could supply, at a little round marble table, in company with Mr. Flinders! They had not been obliged to start nearly so early as the other party, as the journey was much shorter, and with no change of line, so they had quietly walked to the station by ten o'clock, arrived at Darminster at half-past eleven, and have been met by the personage whom Dolores recognized as Uncle Alfred.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge thyng.pdf The Young Step-Mother Or, a Chronicle of Mistakes 'Hearty love for them has carried her through the first difficulties, which appalled me, for they had been greatly mismanaged. I am afraid that she has not been able to undo some of the past evil; and with all her good intentions, I am sometimes afraid whether she is old enough to deal with grown-up young people.'
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge 2pnpr.pdf Two Penniless Princesses George Douglas's chivalrous venture in defence of the falcon of his lady-love had certainly not done much for him hitherto, as Davie observed. The Lady Joanna, as every one now called her, took it as only the bounden duty and natural service of one of her suite, and would have cared little for his suffering for it personally--by Charlotte M. Yonge
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge ndstm.pdf Under the Storm, Illustrated--Charlotte M. Yonge Perhaps it was well that the delicate pink blossoms were soon faded and crushed, and that twilight veiled their colours, for just as the cattle were being foddered for the night, there was a gay step on the narrow path, and with a start of terror, Patience beheld a tall soldier, in tall hat, buff coat, and high boots before her; while Growler made a horrible noise, but Toby danced in a rapture of delight.
Fiction/19th Century/Charlotte M. Yonge uhasc.pdf Unknown to History-A Story of the Captivity of Mary of Scotland She dwelt on them, said the Queen lightly. "Ay, I know the chant of the poor folk who ever hover about our outskirts in hopes to sell their country gewgaws, beads and bracelets, collars and pins, little guessing that she whom they seek is poorer than themselves. Mayhap, our Argus-eyed lord may yet let the poor dame within his fence, and we may be able to gratify thy longing for those same purple and white beads and bracelets."
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis igmartyr.pdf An Ignoble Martyr Now Aaron himself was in the wasted triangle, and as his daughter Jane saw his coffin lowered into it she felt a wrench of pity for him, because he never again could see the wheat grow in the lot around him, nor count how many dollars profit it would yield that year to pay the interest on the mortgage. It was natural that she should feel that he was really dead in just that way, for the wheat lot was the only field owned by the Pettits, and that mortgage their only active interest in life.
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis oldtimelove.pdf An Old-Time Love Story Those of us who are women can guess how it had gone with Aggie. She knew that the town looked on her with awe and envy when she was chosen; the lean old man she believed to be a kind of angel; and the unseen, awful majesty of the queen and, back of her, God Himself, were urging her to go.
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis annedavis.pdf Anne Mrs. Palmer hesitated, and then went on into her own room. She felt chilled and defeated. She had thought Susy would take an interest, but -- Of course she could not explain to her that it was not of her poor dear papa that she had dreamed. After all, was it quite decent in a middle-aged respectable woman to have such a dream? Her sallow jaws reddened as she shut herself in. She had been very foolish to tell Susy about it at all.
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis blindtom.pdf Blind Tom His memory is so accurate that he can repeat, without the loss of a syllable, a discourse of fifteen minutes in length, of which he does not understand a word. Songs, too, in French or German, after a single hearing, he renders not only literally in words, but in notes, style, and expression. His voice, however, is discordant, and of small compass.
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis fwald.pdf Frances Waldeaux Lucy was silent and dejected for a day or two, being filled with pity for Mr. Perry's ruined life. But when she saw his name in a list of outgoing passengers on the Paris her heart gave a bound of relief. Nothing more could now be done. That chapter was closed. There had been no other chapter of moment in her life, she told herself sternly. Now, all the clouds had cleared away. It was a new day. She would begin again. --by Rebecca Harding Davis
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis jmurraythank.pdf Jane Murray's Thanksgiving Story Successor? I should say so! The girls must have no more of such fancy training; they must go thru the regular textbooks to make ready for the college exams. I tried them last spring on a page of dates -- births and deaths of English writers -- and they all flunked by a dozen years. On which Mrs. Murray remarked: 'It is not as important that the girls should know when these men lived as why they lived.' But what about her salary? What provision has she?
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis lifeiron.pdf Life in the Iron-Mills Wolfe, while Deborah watched him as a spaniel its master, bent over the furnace with his iron pole, unconscious of her scrutiny, only stopping to receive orders. Physically, Nature had promised the man but little. He had already lost the strength and instinct vigor of a man, his muscles were thin, his nerves weak, his face ( a meek, woman's face) haggard, yellow with consumption. -- by Rebecca Harding Davis
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis marghowth.pdf Margret Howth: A Story of To-Day Now that I have come to the love part of my story, I am suddenly conscious of dingy common colors on the palette with which I have been painting. I wish I had some brilliant dyes. I wish, with all my heart, I could take you back to that Once upon a time'' in which the souls of our grandmothers delighted, -- the time which Dr. Johnson sat up all night to read about in "Evelina"
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis oneweek.pdf One Week an Editor No, no, Cibber. These fellows are professionals. I am only an amateur. Never took pen in hand before to indite more than a few notes. I preach always impromptu. No, no; they'd treat me as the barnyard fowls would a wild bird if it came to peck at their corn.
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis capstor.pdf THE CAPTAIN'S STORY I used to see her sitting in a dark corner on deck until late in the night, her eyes strained over the long stretch of shore as we floated by; and I could understand how the heavy, wooded hills, crouching like sullen beasts along the water's edge, or the miles and miles of yellow can-brake laying flat and barren in the desolate, homesick twilight of a Winter's day, might have a different meaning to the lonely woman, and to us, who counted them only as "a run" of so many hours
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis midage.pdf The Middle-Aged Woman If you have a curiosity, for example, to inspect the development of woman from the fifteenth century until now, there is no need of materialized spirits to make up the panorama. For the beginning, take a horse or mule, and penetrate for a hundred miles or two the mountains of North Carolina, making friends as you go with the farmers' wives. There is her biography written, page after page, clearer than type.
Fiction/19th Century/Rebecca Harding Davis walhalla.pdf Walhalla It is only the hidden contrast to the grandeur and dirt behind us, said Pomeroy. "If you miss the repose and exaltation of the lofty heights which you talked of, you will find scrubbed floors and flea-less beds a solid consolation."
Fiction/19th Century/Naturalists/Kate Chopin chopin.pdf A Night in Acadie More characters out of Southern Louisiana by Mrs. Chopin, single mom of six.
Fiction/19th Century/Naturalists/Kate Chopin respectkate.pdf A Respectable Woman Mrs. Baroda heard footsteps crunching the gravel; but could discern in the darkness only the approaching red point of a lighted cigar. She knew it was Gouvernail, for her husband did not smoke. She hoped to remain unnoticed, but her white gown revealed her to him. He threw away his cigar and seated himself upon the bench beside her; without a suspicion that she might object to his presence.
Fiction/19th Century/Naturalists/Kate Chopin chopin2.pdf Bayou Folk Short fiction by much-more-than-local-color-writer Kate Chopin. Includes Ma'ame Pélagie, a character who shows up again later...
Fiction/19th Century/Naturalists/Kate Chopin herlett.pdf Her Letters The men about him were no longer the friends of yesterday; in each one he discerned a possible enemy. He attended absently to their talk. He was remembering how she had conducted herself toward this one and that one; striving to recall conversations, subtleties of facial expression that might have meant what he did not suspect at the moment, shades of meaning in words that had seemed the ordinary interchange of social amenities.
Fiction/19th Century/Naturalists/Kate Chopin ozemekate.pdf Ozeme's Holiday He sat in the buckboard, given up to a moment or two of reflection. The result was that he turned away from the river, and entered the road that led between two fields back to the woods and into the heart of the country. He had determined upon taking a short cut to the Beltrans' plantation, and on the way he meant to keep an eye open for old Aunt Tildy's cabin, which he knew lay in some remote part of this cut-off.
Fiction/19th Century/Naturalists/Kate Chopin regretkate.pdf Regret She left them crowded into the narrow strip of shade on the porch of the long, low house; the white sunlight was beating in on the white old boards; some chickens were scratching in the grass at the foot of the steps, and one had boldly mounted, and was stepping heavily, solemnly, and aimlessly across the gallery. There was a pleasant odor of pinks in the air, and the sound of negroes' laughter was coming across the flowering cotton-field.
Fiction/19th Century/Naturalists/Kate Chopin awakening.pdf The Awakening She looked into the distance, and the old terror flamed up for an instant, then sank again. Edna heard her father's voice and her sister Margaret's. She heard the barking of an old dog that was chained to the sycamore tree. The spurs of the cavalry officer clanged as he walked across the porch. There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.
Fiction/19th Century/Naturalists/Kate Chopin thekisskate.pdf The Kiss I believe, stammered Brantain, "I see that I have stayed too long. I -- I had no idea -- that is, I must wish you good-by." He was clutching his hat with both hands, and probably did not perceive that she was extending her hand to him, her presence of mind had not completely deserted her; but she could not have trusted herself to speak.
Fiction/19th Century/Naturalists/Kate Chopin stormchop.pdf The Storm--Kate Chopin Bobinôt arose and going across to the counter purchased a can of shrimps, of which Calixta was very fond. Then he retumed to his perch on the keg and sat stolidly holding the can of shrimps while the storm burst. It shook the wooden store and seemed to be ripping great furrows in the distant field. Bibi laid his little hand on his father's knee and was not afraid.
Fiction/Elizabeth von Arnim lzgdn.pdf Elizabeth and her German Garden These three, their patient nurse, myself, the gardener, and the gardener's assistant, are the only people who ever go into my garden, but then neither are we ever out of it. The gardener has been here a year and has given me notice regularly on the first of every month, but up to now has been induced to stay on. On the first of this month he came as usual, and with determination written on every feature told me he intended to go in June, and that nothing should alter his decision.
Fiction/Elizabeth von Arnim enchantedapril.pdf The Enchanted April And indeed Mr. Briggs seemed very much interested. He wanted to hear all about everything she had been doing from the moment she got there. He asked her if she had seen this, that, and the other in the house, what she liked best, which room she had, if she were comfortable, if Francesca was behaving, if Domenico took care of her, and whether she didn't enjoy using the yellow sitting-roomthe one that got all the sun and looked out towards Genoa.
Fiction/Elizabeth von Arnim sltsm.pdf The Solitary Summer It is a relief to me to write about these things that I so much love, for I do not talk of them lest I should be regarded as a person who rhapsodizes, and there is no nuisance more intolerable than having somebody's rhapsodies thrust upon you when you have no enthusiasm of your own that at all corresponds. I know this so well that I generally succeed in keeping quiet; but sometimes even now, after years of study in the art of holding my tongue, some stray fragment of what I feel does occasionally come out, and then I am at once pulled up and brought to my senses by the well-known cold stare of utter incomprehension