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We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson
Gregory Dexter had a longing to knock him down
On the other hand, Heathcote would have been much surprised to learn that any one longed to take him out and knock him down, simply as an insufferable object. Yet Gregory Dexter had that longing at times so [...]
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson
 In addition to the others, Ward Heathcote had now arrived at Carly’s, also Mr. Blum.
In the mean time Miss Vanhorn had tested without delay her niece’s new knowledge of botany. Her face was flushed and her hand fairly trembled with eagerness as she gave Anne her [...]
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson
“To think of comparisons between different parts of this raw land of ours, as though they had especial characteristics of their own!” said Miss Vanhorn, looking for a seed.
“You have not traveled much in this country, I presume,” said Dexter. “No, man, no. When I travel, [...]
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson
 ”I am surprised that you remembered me, Mr. Dexter”
Miss Vanhorn was not naturally brilliant, but she was one of those society women who, in the course of years of fashionable life, have selected and retained for their own use excellent bits of phrasing not original with [...]
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson
“People would discover Anne’s beauty for themselves”
The Frenchwoman was grieved to part with her pupil; she had conceived a real affection for her in the busy spot, which served her as a heart. She said good-by in the privacy of the kitchen, that Miss Vanhorn might [...]
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson
“might not her very ignorance of the world and crude simplicity attract the attention of some of the loungers?”
“One does not necessitate the other,” said Anne, after her usual pause when with Helen:  she was always a little behind Helen’s fluent phrases.  ”One can have friends [...]
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson
“It did not occur to her that Tante was the Fate.”
And with her tin flower case slung from her shoulder, Anne started down the road toward the country store at the corners; here she bought a Shaker bonnet for her pupil, selecting one that was bent, [...]
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson
“it held, instead of the ordinary pepper and mustard, various liquids and spices of mysterious nature….”
Early in June, accompanied by “monsieur,” Anne started on her little journey. The German music master said farewell with hearty regret. He was leaving also; he should not be with Madame [...]
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson
“It must be very inconvenient to be so conscientious,”
Time is not so all erasing as we think. Old Katharine Vanhorn, at seventy, heard from the young lips of her grandniece the name, which had not been mentioned in her presence for nearly half a century—the name [...]
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson
“The old woman bounded forward suddenly, as if on springs, seized her niece by both sh
“But, grandaunt, I feel that I ought to tell you.”
“Tell me nothing. Don’t you know how to be silent? Set about learning, then. When I have neuralgia in my eyebrow, you [...]
