Anne – Part 54
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “and dark objects that they knew were men were sucked under” Tita listened to the remarks addressed to her, noted the pretense of bustle and hearty appetite, and then, turning…
Anne Part 53 “I shall like to think of my dear father’s books in your hands”
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson Anne returned to her room, and tried to sleep, but could not. Dawn found her at the window, wakeful and anxious. There was to be no sun that day, only…
Anne – Part 52
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “I could not help coming, sir, because Annet is going away” As the last words were spoken it was Rast who had tear-dimmed eyes; it was Rast’s voice that faltered….
Anne – Part 51
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “I could not help coming, sir, because Annet is going away” Then Tita came in. “Annet is going away,” she said, softly; “she is going to school. The letter came…
Anne – Part 50
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “Let the proud, cold-hearted old woman go.” The two could not enter into her feelings, because in the depths of their hearts they both resented her willingness to leave them….
Anne – Part 49
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “The old wretch has money, and no near heirs” “I have not one word to say against it,” she remarked at last, breaking the silence; and then she walked out…
Anne – Part 48
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “You are all I have in the world, Anne. How could you mistrust me?” “No,” said Anne, frankly, “I did not—at least for the present. I knew you would help…
Anne – Part 47
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “Clear out of my house this moment, you lying, evil-speaking woman!” “It is a blow to him; he is very fond of Anne, and hoped everything for her,” said Mrs….
Anne – Part 46
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “Anne was crushed by her grief” Anne would not believe that he was gone. Ah, well, many of us know the sorrow. A daughter’s love for a kind father is…
Anne – Part 45
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “The sword of sorrow, … had entered Anne Douglas’s breast.” Dr. Gaston drummed on the table, and answered sharply that all men of intellect were more or less mad. But…
