Ragged Lady. William Dean Howells

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      Ragged Lady

      WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS

      

      

      

      

       Ragged Lady, W. D. Howells

       Jazzybee Verlag Jürgen Beck

       86450 Altenmünster, Loschberg 9

       Deutschland

      

       ISBN: 9783849657673

      

       www.jazzybee-verlag.de

       [email protected]

      

      

      

      

      CONTENTS:

       Part 1. 1

       I. 1

       II. 9

       III. 14

       IV. 20

       V. 25

       VI. 29

       VII. 33

       VIII. 39

       IX. 44

       X. 48

       XI. 52

       XII. 56

       XIII. 61

       XIV. 67

       Part 2. 73

       XV. 73

       XVI. 77

       XVII. 82

       XVIII. 86

       XIX. 90

       XX. 94

       XI. 100

       XXII. 102

       XXIII 109

       XXIV. 114

       XXV. 118

       XXVI. 123

       XXVII. 127

       XXVIII. 133

       XXIX. 137

       XXX. 142

       XXXI. 147

       XXXII. 155

       XXXIII. 158

       XXXIV. 164

       XXXV. 172

       XXXVI. 178

       XXXVII. 183

       XXXVIII. 186

       XXXIX. 191

       XL. 197

      Part 1.

      I.

      It was their first summer at Middlemount and the Landers did not know the roads. When they came to a place where they had a choice of two, she said that now he must get out of the carry-all and ask at the house standing a little back in the edge of the pine woods, which road they ought to take for South Middlemount. She alleged many cases in which they had met trouble through his perverse reluctance to find out where they were before he pushed rashly forward in their drives. Whilst she urged the facts she reached forward from the back seat where she sat, and held her hand upon the reins to prevent his starting the horse, which was impartially cropping first the sweet fern on one side and then the blueberry bushes on the other side of the narrow wheel-track. She declared at last that if he would not get out and ask she would do it herself, and at this the dry little man jerked the reins in spite of her, and the horse suddenly pulled the carry-all to the right, and seemed about to overset it.

      “Oh, what are you doing, Albe't?” Mrs. Lander lamented, falling helpless against the back of her seat. “Haven't I always told you to speak to the hoss fust?”

      “He wouldn't have minded my speakin',” said her husband. “I'm goin' to take you up to the dooa so that you can ask for youaself without gettin' out.”

      This was so well, in view of Mrs. Lander's age and bulk, and the hardship she must have undergone, if she had tried to carry out her threat, that she was obliged to take it in some sort as a favor; and while the vehicle rose and sank over the surface left rough, after building, in front of the house, like a vessel on a chopping sea, she was silent for several seconds.

      The house was still in a raw state of unfinish, though it seemed to have been lived in for a year at least. The earth had been banked up at the foundations for warmth in winter, and the sheathing of the walls had been splotched with irregular spaces of weather boarding; there was a good roof over all, but the window-casings had been merely set in their places and the trim left for a future impulse of the builder. A block of wood suggested the intention of steps at the front door, which stood hospitably