The Wheel of Life. Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow

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СКАЧАТЬ href="#ulink_17e1bb32-be60-50bb-a114-1bc828ebfc09">CHAPTER XI

       ON THE WINGS OF LIFE

       PART III

       DISENCHANTMENT

       CHAPTER I

       A DISCONSOLATE LOVER AND A PAIR OF BLUE EYES

       CHAPTER II

       THE DEIFICATION OF CLAY

       CHAPTER III

       THE GREATEST OF THESE

       CHAPTER IV

       ADAMS WATCHES IN THE NIGHT AND SEES THE DAWN

       CHAPTER V

       TREATS OF THE POVERTY OF RICHES

       CHAPTER VI

       THE FEET OF THE GOD

       CHAPTER VII

       IN WHICH KEMPER IS PUZZLED

       CHAPTER VIII

       SHOWS THAT LOVE WITHOUT WISDOM IS FOLLY

       CHAPTER IX

       OF THE FEAR IN LOVE

       CHAPTER X

       THE END OF THE PATH

       PART IV

       RECONCILIATION

       CHAPTER I

       THE SECRET CHAMBERS

       CHAPTER II

       IN WHICH LAURA ENTERS THE VALLEY OF HUMILIATION

       CHAPTER III

       PROVES A GREAT CITY TO BE A GREAT SOLITUDE

       CHAPTER IV

       SHOWS THAT TRUE LOVE IS TRUE SERVICE

       CHAPTER V

       BETWEEN LAURA AND GERTY

       CHAPTER VI

       RENEWAL

PART I

       Table of Contents

IMPULSE

       Table of Contents

CHAPTER I

       Table of Contents

IN WHICH THE ROMANTIC HERO IS CONSPICUOUS BY HIS ABSENCE

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      As the light fell on her face Gerty Bridewell awoke, stifled a yawn with her pillow, and remembered that she had been very unhappy when she went to bed. That was only six hours ago, and yet she felt now that her unhappiness and the object of it, which was her husband, were of less disturbing importance to her than the fact that she must get up and stand for three minutes under the shower bath in her dressing-room. With a sigh she pressed the pillow more firmly under her cheek, and lay looking a little wistfully at her maid, who, having drawn back the curtains at the window, stood now regarding her with the discreet and confidential smile which drew from her a protesting frown of irritation.

      "Well, I can't get up until I've had my coffee," she said in a voice which produced an effect of mournful brightness rather than of anger, "I haven't the strength to put so much as my foot out of bed."

      Her eyes followed the woman across the room and through the door, and then, turning instinctively to the broad mirror above her dressing table, hung critically upon the brilliant red and white reflection in the glass. It was her comforting assurance that every woman looked her best in bed; and as she lay now, following the lines of her charming figure beneath the СКАЧАТЬ