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Xingu

Auhtor: Edith Wharton

Language: english

Genres:

classic
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Review by Joanna Daneman, January 2005


Rating: (***)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'Xingu':

... while, as Mrs. Leveret observed, there was always the picture-gallery to fall back on. Mrs. Plinth made no secret of sharing this view. She ...
... familiar with its equally remarkable predecessor, The Supreme Instant. Mrs. Roby wrinkled her sunny brows in a conscientious effort of memory, ...
... if his first selection does not suit. Was it meant to be? enquired Mrs. Plinth, who was fond of asking questions that she permitted no one ...
... Dane spent ten years in preparatory studies before beginning to write it, said Mrs. Plinth. She looks up everything-verifies everything. It has ...
... in some miraculous way, remember an Allusion, it would be only to find that Osric Dane used a different volume (Mrs. Leveret was convinced that literary ...
... renewed, and almost always damp from the press, bore names generally unfamiliar to Mrs. Leveret, and giving her, as she furtively scanned them, ...
... of her books. The desire to propitiate a divinity is generally in inverse ratio to its responsiveness, and the sense of discouragement produced ...
... ethics it was different. The club, when fresh from the Encyclopaedia Britannica, the Reader's Handbook or Smith's Classical Dictionary, could ...
... with her accustomed promptness, while Miss Van Vluyck and Laura Glyde seemed to be plumbing the depths of memory, and Mrs. Leveret, feeling apprehensively ...
... of Mrs. Dane. The latter reddened nervously under her antagonist's challenge. May I ask, she faltered out, to which of my books you refer? ...
... Mrs. Roby was silent for a moment then she replied with lowered lids: No-but a friend of mine did a very brilliant man and he told me it was ...
... our thoughts. I refer, of course, to 'The Wings of Death.' The other members, animated by various degrees of the same sentiment, and encouraged ...
... series of farewell pressures with the mechanical haste of a railway-conductor punching tickets. I'm so sorry-I'd quite forgotten- she flung back ...
... so. Mrs. Ballinger, who was already beginning to feel as if she had launched at Osric Dane the retort which had just occurred to her, turned ...
... Even to Mrs. Plinth this argument was conclusive. She peered furtively about the room and lowered her commanding tones to ask: Have you got a copy? ...
... were hard to trace? What could that apply to but dialects? Mrs. Ballinger could no longer restrain a contemptuous laugh. Really, if the Lunch ...
... Who? Fanny Roby? Oh, but you must be mistaken. You've been reading the wrong thing, Mrs. Ballinger exclaimed, leaning over her to seize the ...
... of the Lunch Club inarticulate. At length, Mrs. Plinth, after visibly labouring with the problem, said in a heavy tone: Osric Dane was taken in ...
... in the club. She would hesitate at nothing to attract attention: we all know how she took in poor Professor Foreland. She actually makes him ...
... think for a moment that I'm afraid to! The door of the drawing-room closed on the retreating backs of the Lunch Club, and the President of ...