Aurora Floyd (Feminist Classic). Mary Elizabeth Braddon
Читать онлайн.| Название | Aurora Floyd (Feminist Classic) |
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| Автор произведения | Mary Elizabeth Braddon |
| Жанр | Языкознание |
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| Издательство | Языкознание |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 4064066052331 |
Mary Elizabeth Braddon
Aurora Floyd
(Feminist Classic)
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2019 OK Publishing
EAN 4064066052331
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 How a Rich Banker Married an Actress.
Chapter 3 What Became of the Diamond Bracelet.
Chapter 6 Rejected and Accepted.
Chapter 7 Aurora’s Strange Pensioner.
Chapter 8 Poor John Mellish Comes Back Again.
Chapter 9 How Talbot Bulstrode Spent His Christmas.
Chapter 10 Fighting the Battle.
Chapter 11 At the Chateau D’arques.
Chapter 12 Steeve Hargraves, “The Softy.”
Chapter 13 The Spring Meeting.
Chapter 14 “Love Took up the Glass of Time and Turned it in His Glowing Hands.”
Chapter 15 Mr. Pastern’s Letter.
Chapter 17 The Trainer’s Messenger.
Chapter 21 “He Only Said I Am a-Weary.”
Chapter 23 On the Threshold of Darker Miseries.
Chapter 24 Captain Prodder Carries Bad News to His Niece’s House.
Chapter 25 The Deed that had Been Done in the Wood.
Chapter 26 At the Golden Lion.
Chapter 27 “My Wife! MY WIFE! What Wife? I have No Wife.”
Chapter 29 John Mellish Finds His Home Desolate.
Chapter 30 An Unexpected Visitor.
Chapter 31 Talbot Bulstrode’s Advice.
Chapter 33 Captain Prodder Goes Back to Doncaster.
Chapter 34 Discovery of the Weapon with which James Conyers had Been Slain.
Chapter 37 The Brass Button, by Crosby, Birmingham.
Chapter 39 Talbot Bulstrode Makes Atonement for the Past.
Chapter 1
How a Rich Banker Married an Actress.
Faint streaks of crimson glimmer here and there amid the rich darkness of the Kentish woods. Autumn’s red finger has been lightly laid upon the foliage — sparingly, as the artist puts the brighter tints into his picture; but the grandeur of an August sunset blazes upon the peaceful landscape, and lights all into glory.
The encircling woods and wide lawn-like meadows, the still ponds of limpid water, the trim hedges, and the smooth winding roads; undulating hill-tops, melting into the purple distance; laboring-men’s cottages, gleaming white from the surrounding foliage; solitary roadside inns with brown thatched roofs and moss-grown stacks of lop-sided chimneys; noble mansions hiding behind ancestral oaks; tiny Gothic edifices; Swiss and rustic lodges; pillared gates surmounted by escutcheons hewn in stone, and festooned with green wreaths of clustering ivy; village churches and prim school-houses — every object in the fair English prospect is steeped in a luminous haze, as the twilight shadows steal slowly upward from the dim