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A Village Ophelia And Other Stories

Auhtor: Anne Reeve Aldrich

Language: english

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Review by Michael Gallagher, August 2006


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Village Ophelia And Other Stories':

... She touched my fingers lightly with a chilly little hand, yet she never looked at me as she replied, Yes, some day. As I plodded ...
... in one's life comes a crisis, when one must snatch at some remedy, or else die, or go mad. If there is not then something in us that makes us believe ...
... no purpose to live for, you see. I sent for it, cancelled the agreement. They wrote to me twice about it, but I was firm there was no reason why I ...
... I sat listening stupidly to her heavy tread, to the cheery clash of the tins as she washed and put them in place. To never know any more! Yet after ...
... Why, no, ma'am! said Druse, raising her blue, flower-like eyes wonderingly. Oh! well, responded Miss De Courcy, with a hoarse little ...
... to soothe her. There, there, it ain't anything. They're all brutes, but I was ugly myself last night, 'n' made him mad. Tell me something about ...
... have noticed that Miss De Courcy did not need as much medicine as formerly, that the hard ring of her laugh was softened when Druse went by, and that ...
... village, like so many Long Island villages, was distant from the railroad. Only one or two farm-houses were in sight. There was hardly a sound in the ...
... Mrs. Hopper indulged in an abrupt retrospective laugh of enjoyment. They was so set up, havin' a writer there, an' Mary Bangs was pretty well ...
... through it. Only yesterday I tore up thirty pages of manuscript, and had more than half a mind to burn the whole thing. It is only the consideration ...
... trunk, listening at first critically, and interested, perhaps, because it was his work, then with clasped hands and shortening breath, leaning forward ...
... manner of annoyance, as he went on. His heavy, spatulate finger-tips were stripping the little twig bare of its leaves. As he continued, I fixed my ...
... do but spend money, getting it into his head to write books! Well, they said I wasn't to tell anybody, and I ain't told anybody but you, and I thought ...
... for the formula, or what answered for it, of the medicine-man, who shook his head decidedly. From a corner of the tent he produced a small ...
... in its angelic disguise, so poisonous and loathsome, must not remain on earth this jest of Satan must be removed lest it contaminate all with whom ...
... Oh! come now, Lewis, laughed Hilyard, Is that the best story you can invent? I laughed too, as I brought a glass, and poured out all ...
... it would hardly be safe to open the door yet she might not be asleep. For another half hour I lay patiently waiting. My mind was not excited, and I ...
... numbered pages. At last, having arranged them in order, he leaned back again in his chair, holding the papers tenderly in his hand. There was nothing ...
... music, and love, and laughter, and ecstatic tears, and intense emotion. I can so well understand the slave in the glorious Un nuit de Cleopatre, ...
... brother, replied Callender. She never saw him again. He married Miss Stockweis about a month after. I thought of Ralph Callender, cold, correct, ...