Barren GroundDoubleday, Page & Company, 1925 - 509 pages |
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... walked the muddy roads in skirts which either brushed the ground or were held up on one side . But shabbiness and a deplorable fashion could not con- ceal the slim , flowing lines of her figure , with its gallant and spirited carriage ...
... walked the muddy roads in skirts which either brushed the ground or were held up on one side . But shabbiness and a deplorable fashion could not con- ceal the slim , flowing lines of her figure , with its gallant and spirited carriage ...
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... walked on rapidly , the shawl she wore made a floating orange cloud against the dim background of earth and sky . The snow was falling in larger flakes , like a multitude of frozen moths , and beneath the flutter- ing white wings the ...
... walked on rapidly , the shawl she wore made a floating orange cloud against the dim background of earth and sky . The snow was falling in larger flakes , like a multitude of frozen moths , and beneath the flutter- ing white wings the ...
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... walked toward him , she imagined fancifully that his face was like a drowned thing in the solitude . If she had been older it might have occurred to her that a nature so im- pressionable must be lacking in stability ; but , at the mo ...
... walked toward him , she imagined fancifully that his face was like a drowned thing in the solitude . If she had been older it might have occurred to her that a nature so im- pressionable must be lacking in stability ; but , at the mo ...
Page 83
... walked to the far end of the porch . " She'll be dead in three months , if she doesn't get some fresh air into her lungs . And the children . It's as bad as murder to keep them in that room . ” He frowned slightly , and with his ...
... walked to the far end of the porch . " She'll be dead in three months , if she doesn't get some fresh air into her lungs . And the children . It's as bad as murder to keep them in that room . ” He frowned slightly , and with his ...
Page 88
... walked up the short slope to the store , but they were the puffs of a victorious general . " Let's take it right straight into Rose Emily's room , " she added . " She will be just crazy about it . " When the three of them gathered about ...
... walked up the short slope to the store , but they were the puffs of a victorious general . " Let's take it right straight into Rose Emily's room , " she added . " She will be just crazy about it . " When the three of them gathered about ...
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Page 60 - Care for the dying, Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave; Weep o'er the erring one, Lift up the fallen, Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.
Page 508 - In that hour of memory the work of thirty years was nothing. Time was nothing. Reality was nothing. Success, achievement, victory over fate, all these things were nothing beside that imperishable illusion. Love was the onlv thing that made life desirable, and love was irrevocably lost to her.
Page 180 - The vein of iron in her nature would never bend, would never break, would never melt completely in any furnace" (p. 133) ; "Deep down in her, beneath the rough texture of experience, her essential self was still superior to her folly and ignorance .... Yes, she was not broken. She could never be broken while the vein of iron held in her soul
Page 268 - ... open window and the harp-shaped pine, which towered, dark as night, against the morning blue of the sky.31 When she tried to close the shutters he speaks, "No, I like to see the big pine." As Dorinda takes hold of her new responsibility on the farm, she makes the symbolism of the pine quite explicit: She knew that the place was more to her than soil to be cultivated; that it was the birthplace and burial ground of hopes, desires, and disappointments. The old feeling that the land thought and...
Page 460 - And she saw now that the strong impulses which had once wrecked her happiness were the forces that had enabled her to rebuild her life out of the ruins.
Page 509 - The storm and the hag-ridden dreams of the night were over, and the land which she had forgotten was waiting to take her back to its heart. Endurance. Fortitude. The spirit of the land was flowing into her, and her own spirit, strengthened and refreshed, was flowing out again toward life.
Page 509 - The spirit of the land was flowing into her, and her own spirit, strengthened and refreshed, was flowing out again toward life. This was the permanent self, she knew. This was what remained to her after the years had taken their bloom. She would find happiness again. Not the happiness for which she had once longed, but the serenity of mind which is above the conflict of frustrated desires.
Page 459 - After all, it was not religion; it was not philosophy; it was nothing outside her own being which had delivered her from evil. The vein of iron which had supported her through adversity was merely the instinct older than herself, stronger than circumstances, deeper than the shifting surface of emotion; the instinct that had said, "I will not be broken.
Page 104 - Yes, whatever happened, she resolved passionately, no man was going to spoil her life ! She could live without Jason ; she could live without any man. The shadows of her great-aunts, Dorinda and Abigail, demented victims of love, stretched, black and sinister, across the generations. In her recoil from the hereditary frailty, she revolted, with characteristic energy, to the opposite extreme of frigid disdain.
Page 403 - held fast by circumstances as by invisible wires of steel".42 When she remembers her last moments with Nathan, she speculates on her fate: Yet it seemed to her that it was always the little things not the big ones, that influenced destiny; the fortuitous occurrence instead of the memorable occasion. The incident of his going was apparently as trivial as her meeting with Jason in the road, as the failure of her aim when the gun had gone off, as the particular place and moment when she had fallen down...