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.”…
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…
