Anne – Part 68
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “He detested her because her father was a Spaniard” While the pupils were filing into their places, Tante remained in the aisle fanning her majestically, and surveying them with a…
Anne Part 67
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson Tante, not at all disturbed by Miss Vanhorn’s refusal, ordered a simple cloak and bonnet for her through an inexpensive French channel, so that in the street she passed unremarked;…
Anne – Part 66
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “What can be done with such a young savage as this?” Miss Vanhorn was short and stout; she was muffled in an India shawl, and upon her hands were a…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…