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I Say No - ebook
This is a typical English Victorian novel. The action takes place in a women’s closed boarding house, the main characters are girls, one of them will turn out to be of aristocratic origin, the other will have a passionate affair with an unrecognized artist.. in a word, everything we expect from Victorian novels is passion, moralizing, trials, censure of vices and exaltation of virtues.
| Kategoria: | Kryminał |
| Język: | Angielski |
| Zabezpieczenie: |
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| ISBN: | 978-83-8292-617-0 |
| Rozmiar pliku: | 2,6 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
Contents
Book the First. At School
The Smuggled Supper
Biography in the Bedroom
The Late Mr. Brown
Miss Ladd's Drawing-Master
Discoveries in the Garden
On the Way to the Village
'Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before.'
Master and Pupil
Mrs. Rook and the Locket
Guesses at the Truth
The Drawing-Master's Confession
Book the Second. In London
Mrs. Ellmother
Miss Letitia
Mrs. Mosey
Emily
Miss Jethro
Doctor Allday
Miss Ladd
Sir Jervis Redwood
The Reverend Miles Mirabel
Polly and Sally
Alban Morris
Miss Redwood
Mr. Rook
'J. B.'
Mother Eve
Mentor and Telemachus
Francine
'Bony.'
Lady Doris
Moira
Book the Third. Netherwoods
In the Gray Room
Recollections of St. Domingo
In the Dark
The Treachery of the Pipe
Change of Air
'The Lady Wants You, Sir.'
Book the Fourth. The Country House
Dancing
Feigning
Consulting
Speechifying
Cooking
Sounding
Competing
Mischief ' Making
Pretending
Debating
Investigating
Book the Fifth. The Cottage
Emily Suffers
Miss Ladd Advises
The Doctor Sees
'If i Could Find a Friend!'
The Friend is Found
The End of the Fainting Fit
Book the Sixth. Here and There
Mirabel Sees His Way
Alban Sees His Way
Approaching the End
Book the Seventh. The Clink
A Council of Two
The Accident at Belford
Outside the Room
Inside the Room
Downstairs
The Defense of Mirabel
On the Way to London
Book the Last. At Home Again
Cecilia in a New Character
Alban's Narrative
The True Consolation
PostscriptChapter i
The Smuggled Supper.
Outside the bedroom the night was black and still.
The small rain fell too softly to be heard in the garden; not a leaf stirred in the airless calm; the watch-dog was asleep, the cats were indoors; far or near, under the murky heaven, not a sound was stirring.
Inside the bedroom the night was black and still.
Miss Ladd knew her business as a schoolmistress too well to allow night-lights; and Miss Ladd’s young ladies were supposed to be fast asleep, in accordance with the rules of the house. Only at intervals the silence was faintly disturbed, when the restless turning of one of the girls in her bed betrayed itself by a gentle rustling between the sheets. In the long intervals of stillness, not even the softly audible breathing of young creatures asleep was to be heard.
The first sound that told of life and movement revealed the mechanical movement of the clock. Speaking from the lower regions, the tongue of Father Time told the hour before midnight.
A soft voice rose wearily near the door of the room. It counted the strokes of the clock–and reminded one of the girls of the lapse of time.
“Emily! eleven o’clock.”
There was no reply. After an interval the weary voice tried again, in louder tones:
“Emily!”
A girl, whose bed was at the inner end of the room, sighed under the heavy heat of the night–and said, in peremptory tones, “Is that Cecilia?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want?”
“I’m getting hungry, Emily. Is the new girl asleep?”
The new girl answered promptly and spitefully, “No, she isn’t.”
Having a private object of their own in view, the five wise virgins of Miss Ladd’s first class had waited an hour, in wakeful anticipation of the falling asleep of the stranger–and it had ended in this way! A ripple of laughter ran round the room. The new girl, mortified and offended, entered her protest in plain words.
“You are treating me shamefully! You all distrust me, because I am a stranger.”
“Say we don’t understand you,” Emily answered, speaking for her schoolfellows; “and you will be nearer the truth.”
“Who expected you to understand me, when I only came here to-day? I have told you already my name is Francine de Sor. If want to know more, I’m nineteen years old, and I come from the West Indies.”
Emily still took the lead. “Why do you come _here?_” she asked. “Who ever heard of a girl joining a new school just before the holidays? You are nineteen years old, are you? I’m a year younger than you–and I have finished my education. The next big girl in the room is a year younger than me–and she has finished her education. What can you possibly have left to learn at your age?”
“Everything!” cried the stranger from the West Indies, with an outburst of tears. “I’m a poor ignorant creature. Your education ought to have taught you to pity me instead of making fun of me. I hate you all. For shame, for shame!”
Some of the girls laughed. One of them–the hungry girl who had counted the strokes of the clock–took Francine’s part.
“Never mind their laughing, Miss de Sor. You are quite right, you have good reason to complain of us.”
Miss de Sor dried her eyes. “Thank you–whoever you are,” she answered briskly.
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Book the First. At School
The Smuggled Supper
Biography in the Bedroom
The Late Mr. Brown
Miss Ladd's Drawing-Master
Discoveries in the Garden
On the Way to the Village
'Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before.'
Master and Pupil
Mrs. Rook and the Locket
Guesses at the Truth
The Drawing-Master's Confession
Book the Second. In London
Mrs. Ellmother
Miss Letitia
Mrs. Mosey
Emily
Miss Jethro
Doctor Allday
Miss Ladd
Sir Jervis Redwood
The Reverend Miles Mirabel
Polly and Sally
Alban Morris
Miss Redwood
Mr. Rook
'J. B.'
Mother Eve
Mentor and Telemachus
Francine
'Bony.'
Lady Doris
Moira
Book the Third. Netherwoods
In the Gray Room
Recollections of St. Domingo
In the Dark
The Treachery of the Pipe
Change of Air
'The Lady Wants You, Sir.'
Book the Fourth. The Country House
Dancing
Feigning
Consulting
Speechifying
Cooking
Sounding
Competing
Mischief ' Making
Pretending
Debating
Investigating
Book the Fifth. The Cottage
Emily Suffers
Miss Ladd Advises
The Doctor Sees
'If i Could Find a Friend!'
The Friend is Found
The End of the Fainting Fit
Book the Sixth. Here and There
Mirabel Sees His Way
Alban Sees His Way
Approaching the End
Book the Seventh. The Clink
A Council of Two
The Accident at Belford
Outside the Room
Inside the Room
Downstairs
The Defense of Mirabel
On the Way to London
Book the Last. At Home Again
Cecilia in a New Character
Alban's Narrative
The True Consolation
PostscriptChapter i
The Smuggled Supper.
Outside the bedroom the night was black and still.
The small rain fell too softly to be heard in the garden; not a leaf stirred in the airless calm; the watch-dog was asleep, the cats were indoors; far or near, under the murky heaven, not a sound was stirring.
Inside the bedroom the night was black and still.
Miss Ladd knew her business as a schoolmistress too well to allow night-lights; and Miss Ladd’s young ladies were supposed to be fast asleep, in accordance with the rules of the house. Only at intervals the silence was faintly disturbed, when the restless turning of one of the girls in her bed betrayed itself by a gentle rustling between the sheets. In the long intervals of stillness, not even the softly audible breathing of young creatures asleep was to be heard.
The first sound that told of life and movement revealed the mechanical movement of the clock. Speaking from the lower regions, the tongue of Father Time told the hour before midnight.
A soft voice rose wearily near the door of the room. It counted the strokes of the clock–and reminded one of the girls of the lapse of time.
“Emily! eleven o’clock.”
There was no reply. After an interval the weary voice tried again, in louder tones:
“Emily!”
A girl, whose bed was at the inner end of the room, sighed under the heavy heat of the night–and said, in peremptory tones, “Is that Cecilia?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want?”
“I’m getting hungry, Emily. Is the new girl asleep?”
The new girl answered promptly and spitefully, “No, she isn’t.”
Having a private object of their own in view, the five wise virgins of Miss Ladd’s first class had waited an hour, in wakeful anticipation of the falling asleep of the stranger–and it had ended in this way! A ripple of laughter ran round the room. The new girl, mortified and offended, entered her protest in plain words.
“You are treating me shamefully! You all distrust me, because I am a stranger.”
“Say we don’t understand you,” Emily answered, speaking for her schoolfellows; “and you will be nearer the truth.”
“Who expected you to understand me, when I only came here to-day? I have told you already my name is Francine de Sor. If want to know more, I’m nineteen years old, and I come from the West Indies.”
Emily still took the lead. “Why do you come _here?_” she asked. “Who ever heard of a girl joining a new school just before the holidays? You are nineteen years old, are you? I’m a year younger than you–and I have finished my education. The next big girl in the room is a year younger than me–and she has finished her education. What can you possibly have left to learn at your age?”
“Everything!” cried the stranger from the West Indies, with an outburst of tears. “I’m a poor ignorant creature. Your education ought to have taught you to pity me instead of making fun of me. I hate you all. For shame, for shame!”
Some of the girls laughed. One of them–the hungry girl who had counted the strokes of the clock–took Francine’s part.
“Never mind their laughing, Miss de Sor. You are quite right, you have good reason to complain of us.”
Miss de Sor dried her eyes. “Thank you–whoever you are,” she answered briskly.
This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.
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