Anne – Part 64
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “They were not pastors, but rectors, and the misuse of the terms grated on the chaplain’s Anglican ear.” The betrothal seemed to her quite natural; Rast and Anne had always…
Anne – Part 63
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “What is that red light over the shore-line?” And now Anne was gone, it was astonishing to see what a void was left. No one had especially valued or praised…
Anne – Part 62
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “Tita sat on the edge of the pier, and watched the boat silently; she shed no tears.” “And all this for a mere boy!” she said, superbly. Miss Lois stopped…
Anne – Part 61
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “To Anne, the old-fashioned ring was both beautiful and sacred” “Distance is nothing nowadays,” said Rast, soothing her; “I can reach you in almost no time, Annet.” “Yes, but nothing…
Anne – Part 60
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “Nothing is the same any more.” At last Dr. Gaston found himself yawning. “The world will not stop, even if we do go to bed, my friends,” he said, rising….
Anne – Part 59
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “trembling and silent, she crept up to her own room” The old priest hobbled to the front door and sat down on the threshold. “After all my care,” he said…
Anne – Part 58
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “Dr. Gaston, and all of you, I am going to marry Annet. We are engaged.” Half an hour later he came into the Agency sitting -room, where the others were…
Anne – Part 57
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “I shall never forgive myself, Rast, for having let you go” It was considered quite an achievement to bring back this accomplished animal, and Rast was not above the glory….
Anne – Part 56
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “After the storm came halcyon days” With his wig pushed back, and his cheery face scarlet from the heat, Dr. Gaston presented a fine contrast to Père Michaux, who, quietly…
Anne – Part 55
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “Rast was safe” “Why doesn’t she make another trial?” said Dr. Gaston, feverishly wiping his eyeglasses. “There is no use in running up and down under that island any longer.”…
