May 23, 2018

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 […]

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.” “The captain is probably making everything ready for a final attempt,” answered Père Michaux. And […]

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 to the window, she said, during a momentary lull in the storm, “I do not […]

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 a yellow white light. She knelt down and prayed; then she rose, and braided anew […]

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 was calm, and her calmness annoyed him. He would have liked a more demonstrative […]

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 to-day.” “So Miss Vanhorn consents, does she?  Excellent!  Excellent!”  Said Père Michaux, rubbing his hands, […]

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. They never said this to each other; they never said it to themselves; yet they […]

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 of the house and went homeward. It was a hard battle for her. She was […]

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 us, Miss Lois, although you did not speak.” “Speak! Was there any need of speaking?” […]