The American (Google eBook)

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Houghton Mifflin, 1907 - Americans - 539 pages
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A wealthy young American faces rejection when he courts the daughter of French aristocrats.
  

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The plot progressed at a steady pace. - Goodreads
And then the plot lost its way. - Goodreads
The story is fine, the plot is certainly well done. - Goodreads
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User Review  - Lew Fulton - Goodreads

This is about my 4th James book, and the first of his "early" period. I liked it, it had his usual craftmanship and wonderful character analysis, with just enough plot to keep me interested. As others ... Read full review

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User Review  - Deb - Goodreads

This book wasn't the best classic I've ever read, but it was still a fun read. Stop now if you don't want to read a If you only like those "and they live happily ever after" stories, you might want to avoid this one. Read full review

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Page 49 - I have succeeded, and now what am I to do with my success? To make it perfect, as I see it, there must be a beautiful woman perched on the pile, like a statue on a monument.
Page 35 - Tristram lived behind one of those chalk-colored facades which decorate with their pompous sameness the broad avenues manufactured by Baron Haussmann in the neighborhood of the Arc de Triomphe. Their apartment was rich in the modern conveniences, and Tristram lost no time in calling his visitor's attention to their principal household...
Page 110 - I wonder what my family would like me to do!" exclaimed Tristram. "I wish you had one!" said his wife. "But what do they want to get out of that poor lady?" Newman asked. "Another marriage. They are not rich, and they want to bring more money into the family.
Page 59 - And she gave him Madame de Cintre's address. He walked across the Seine, late in the summer afternoon, and made his way through those gray and silent streets of the Faubourg St. Germain whose houses present to the outer world a face as impassive and as suggestive of the concentration of privacy within as the blank walls of Eastern seraglios.
Page 117 - Are you interested in architecture?" asked the young man at the chimney-piece. "Well, I took the trouble, this summer," said Newman, "to examine as well as I can calculate some four hundred and seventy churches. Do you call that interested?
Page 534 - Newman's last thought was that of course he would let the Bellegardes go. If he had spoken it aloud he would have said that he didn't want to hurt them. He was ashamed of having wanted to hurt them. They had hurt him, but such things were really not his game.
Page 483 - Oh, I don't suppose you could have prevented it!" Newman answered in a tone which was not that of studied gallantry. "What you say is too true for me to resent the small account it makes of my influence. I forgive you, at any rate, because you look as if you had seen a ghost.
Page 121 - I can do for you, my dear lady?" the young man asked with quite extravagant solicitude. "Present me to monsieur," said his sister-in-law. And then when he had pronounced their visitor's name: "I can't curtsey to you, monsieur, or I shall spill my tea. So Claire receives strangers like this ?" she covertly added, in French to her brother-in-law. "Apparently! Is n't it fun ?" he returned with enthusiasm. Newman stood a moment and then approached Madame de Cintre, who looked up at him as if she were...
Page 217 - Florabella," said Madame de Cintre, "and carried her off to live with him in the Land of the Pink Sky. There she was so happy that she forgot all her troubles, and went out to drive every day of her life in an ivory coach drawn by five hundred white mice. Poor Florabella," she explained to Newman, "had suffered terribly.
Page 507 - The duchess help him that cold, stout, soft, artificial woman help him ? she who in the last twenty minutes had built up between them a wall of polite conversation in which she evidently flattered herself that he would never find a gate.

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