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….
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…
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…
Anne – Part 47
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “Clear out of my house this moment, you lying, evil-speaking woman!” “It is a blow to him; he is very fond of Anne, and hoped everything for her,” said Mrs….
Anne – Part 46
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “Anne was crushed by her grief” Anne would not believe that he was gone. Ah, well, many of us know the sorrow. A daughter’s love for a kind father is…
Anne – Part 45
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “The sword of sorrow, … had entered Anne Douglas’s breast.” Dr. Gaston drummed on the table, and answered sharply that all men of intellect were more or less mad. But…
Anne – Part 44
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “Early in September William Douglas failed suddenly.” The event of the summer, the comet of that season’s sky, was an invitation to a small party in the town, where it…
Anne – Part 43
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “the three girls were interested in one and the same person” Anne saved in her memory all kinds of things to tell him: about their favorite trees, about the…
Anne – Part 42
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “…..but for a girl like Anne? No.” She bore the fault-findings cheerfully, promising to do better another time. For they all found fault with her, the boys loudly, Tita quietly,…
Anne – Part 41
We continue our serialisation of Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson “always one could hear the rustling and laughing of the forest” And yet there was nothing resembling the lowland heats in this atmosphere, for all the time a breeze blew,…
