August 14, 2018

Anne – Part 65

We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “She rose, kissed the young girl lightly on each cheek” Now the bishop lived five miles farther. It was not evident, therefore, to the ordinary mind what aid these reverend gentlemen could give to Anne, all living, as they did, at the western beginning of […]

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 been together in the past, and now they would always be together in the future; […]

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 her while she was there; she was a matter of course. But now that she […]

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 crying from sheer astonishment.  “And pray, may I ask, what are you?” she demanded. “A […]

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 is the same any more; nothing ever will be the same ever again,” she Sobbed, […]

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. “We certainly ought not to talk or listen longer to- night.” Père Michaux rose also, […]

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 to himself, “to be foiled by a rolling stone!” Through the open window he heard […]

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 waiting, with a quick step and sparkling eyes, and, with the tone and manner of […]

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. But it was not to be so easy as he had imagined: several minutes passed […]

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 and deliberately as usual, was seasoning a stew with scientific care, while Miss Lois, beating […]