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A Foregone Conclusion

Auhtor: William Dean Howells

Language: english
Published: 1875

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fiction and literature
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Review by M. Erb, April 2008


Rating: (***)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Foregone Conclusion':

William Dean Howells (March 1 1837 ? May 11 1920) was an American realist author and literary critic. He was known for the Christmas story Christmas Every Day and the novel The Rise of Silas Lapham.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Foregone Conclusion':


... a magnificent obeisance, said Servus. in their great voices, and were shown out by the old Marina, abhorrent of their uniforms and doubtful of the consul's ...
... Rubens. In spite of the similarity of the speeches, I let that of Mr. Ferris stand, for I am satisfied that he did not know how unhandsomely Rubens ...
... on show there at the expense of one she had seen in New York but when Padre Girolamo pointed out the desk in the refectory from which one of the ...
... it he took down models of a flying-machine and a perpetual motion. Fantastic researches in the impossible. I never expected results from these experiments, ...
... a cheat and a liar, but of a kind heart and sympathetic manners. Under his protection Mrs. Vervain set up her impermanent household gods. The ...
... bowed itself at the proper places in the liturgy: the full lips that murmured the responses the silken lashes that swept her pale cheeks as she perused ...
... There is a charm even in unfairness. Well, I did Bay that I thought you had a quick temper,-. Florida colored violently. -but now I see that ...
... to rankle in Miss Vervain's mind. She walked now with her face turned from his, and she answered coldly, We shall not be troubled. We don't care for ...
... leaned back, and began to wave her fan slowly to and fro before her face. I never saw her look so with you, dear madama, said the priest with an ...
... don't know. I want to see you, said Florida, looking up with a wistful face. I'll come down.. Yes, please. Or no, I had better come ...
... should say that. I have known real saints among them. That friend of mine in Padua, of whom I once told you, became such, and died an angel fit for Paradise. ...
... you for your compassion I shall never forget it. He lingered irresolutely with his hat in his hand. Shall we go on with the reading, madamigella.. No, ...
... barges on the Grand Canal. It's phantasmal. It's the spectral resurrection of the old dead forms into the present. It's not even the ghost, it's the ...
... was commoner than for the same invention to be repeated over and over again by different inventors. Some few succeed, and then they have lawsuits ...
... her could not otherwise have imagined her interest in him. But her making use of Ferris to confirm her own purposes by his words, her repeating them so ...
... He desperately called a gondola, and bade the man row him to the public landing nearest the Vervains', and so walked up the calle, and entered ...
... Ippolito and Florida extended their hands. Neither spoke, and as she sank back upon the seat from which she had half risen, she drew more closely ...
... a glance of affectionate intelligence with the sick man. I might have waited a little while, said Don Ippolito weakly, speaking in a hollow voice ...
... home. Family's in Europe.. They had not come back yet. Thanks, said Ferris mechanically, and he went away. He laughed to himself at this keen ...
... into the bosom of mother church pretty suddenly. Don't you think he was a person of rather light feelings.. I can't talk with you, my dear, if you ...