Full Online Books
BOOK CATEGORIES
Authors Authors Short Stories Short Stories Long Stories Long Stories Funny Stories Funny Stories Love Stories Love Stories Stories For Kids Stories For Kids Poems Poems Essays Essays Nonfictions Nonfictions Plays Plays Folktales Folktales Fairy Tales Fairy Tales Fables Fables Learning Kitchen Learning Kitchen
LINKS
Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional Free Classified Website Without Registration Free Classified Website Best Url Shortener
Twitter Twitter Add book
donate
Full Online Book HomeAuthor Elinor GlynPage 1
Famous Authors (View All Authors)

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 6 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 6

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 6
BOOK III CHAPTER VIIt being August, crowds of tourists faced me everywhere. Lucerne, which I had always heard was such a pretty place, filled me with loathing. I only stayed a day there. At last, after stopping in several places, we arrived one afternoon at Zuiebad. Here, at least, there were no tourists, only ugly rheumatic invalids, and unattractive. What made me choose such a place I do not know, unless it was because I happened to see the name printed large upon the map. Any place would do. I had not felt much in my rapid rush. A numbness, as... Long Stories - Post by : easygoing - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 840

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 5 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 5

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 5
BOOK III CHAPTER VVersailles for me is always full of charms. There is a dignity about it which reminds me of grandmamma. I love to walk in the galleries and look at the portraits of the great ladies of the past. The gay _insouciance of their expressions, the daintiness of their poses, the beautiful and suitable color of everything give me a sense of satisfaction and repose. I had been there for some little while, spending days of peace and reflection, when, nearly eight months after the death of Augustus, I received two letters. It was a most curious coincidence that... Long Stories - Post by : MarkoJevtic - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 2698

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 4 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 4

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 4
BOOK III CHAPTER IVAs my trip to America was one of business entirely, and was unaccompanied by any interesting incidents or adventures, I have let it pass by in silence. I was too busy all the time, and too lonely, to take many fresh impressions. It seemed hurry and rush, continuous noises, and tension of the nerves. I felt glad when I once more found myself on board the great liner that was taking me to England. It was fortunately a fine passage, not even really cold at the end of May. Just over a year ago since I was a... Long Stories - Post by : MarkoJevtic - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 3311

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 3 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 3

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 3 - Chapter 3
BOOK III CHAPTER IIIBefore the end of my visit to Harley the Duke and I became fast friends, and while not possessing Antony's lightness of wit or personal attractions, he is an agreeable companion and out of the ordinary run of young men. He promised me, as we said good-bye, that he would think of my words, and try to do something with his life to deserve my good opinion. "Come here whenever you are lonely, dear child," said my beautiful hostess, as we parted. "We delight in having you, and you must not mope at home all by yourself." The... Long Stories - Post by : MarkoJevtic - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 1992

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 14 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 14

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 14
BOOK II CHAPTER XIVI do not think there can be a more agreeable form of entertainment than a _tete-a-tete dinner, provided your companion is sympathetic. Anyway, to me this will always be one of the golden hours in my life to look back upon. Never had Antony been so attractive. Every sentence was well expressed, and only when one came to think of them afterwards, did one discover their subtle flattery. By the time the servants had finally left the room I felt like a purring cat whose fur has been all stroked the right way--at peace with the world. The... Long Stories - Post by : MarkoJevtic - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 2954

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 13 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 13

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 13
BOOK II CHAPTER XIIIThe fog was white round the windows as I came down to my solitary breakfast on the 4th. My heart sank. What if it should be too thick for me to start? I could not bear to think of the disappointment that would be. I forced myself to practise for an hour after breakfast. Then I wrote a long letter to the Marquis de Rochermont. Then I looked again at my watch and again at the fog. I should start at half-past two, to give plenty of time, as we should certainly have to go slowly. At last,... Long Stories - Post by : MarkoJevtic - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 1712

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 12 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 12

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 12
BOOK II CHAPTER XIIThe scene was picturesque and pretty as I looked at it from the gallery that crosses the hall. Tea was laid out on a large, low table, with plates and jam and cakes and muffins--a nice, comfortable, substantial meal. A fire of whole logs burned in the colossal, open chimney. The huge, heavily shaded lamps concentrated all the light beneath them, viewed from above. And like a group of summer-flowers the women, in their light and fluffy tea-gowns, added the touch of grace to the heavy darkness of the old stone walls. I paused a while and watched... Long Stories - Post by : MarkoJevtic - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 2720

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 11 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 11

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 11
BOOK II CHAPTER XIAugustus was not able to leave his room for four or five days after this. I left him almost entirely to himself, only going to see him once a day, to hear if he required anything. At the end of the time his penitence was complete, and he promised me to change his ways for the future. He was horribly affectionate to me, but peace was restored. I cannot say that I felt any happier, but it seemed a lull and calm after a storm. I tried to be more gentle and sympathetic to him and to take... Long Stories - Post by : MarkoJevtic - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 1564

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 10 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 10

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 10
BOOK II CHAPTER XWhen I got into my bedroom the door was open into Augustus's room beyond. He had not come up to dress. Indeed, when I was quite ready to go down to dinner he had not yet appeared. Half-past eight sounded. I descended the stairs quickly and went along the passage towards his "den." There I met his valet. "Mr. Gurrage is asleep, ma'am," he said, "and does not seem inclined to wake, ma'am," and he held the door open for me to pass into the room. Augustus was lying in his big chair, before the fire, his face... Long Stories - Post by : MarkoJevtic - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 3399

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 9 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 9

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 9
BOOK II CHAPTER IXIt poured rain again before the sportsmen returned, and they were more or less wet and cross. Antony went straight to his room to change, and so did the two other decent men. But the commercial friends stayed as they were, muddy boots and all, and were grouped round the fire, smelling of wet, hot tweed, when Mrs. Dodd sailed into the room. "Wullie," she said, sternly, "you've no more sense than a child, and if it was not for me you'd have been in your coffin these five years. Go up-stairs this minute and change your boots."... Long Stories - Post by : MarkoJevtic - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 3210

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 8 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 8

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 8
BOOK II CHAPTER VIIIOn the morrow it had cleared up and flashes of blue sky were appearing. Augustus and Mr. McCormack had both had too much to drink the night before, at dinner, and were looking, and no doubt feeling, mixed and ill-tempered. The morning was long after the shooters had gone. It seemed as if one o'clock, when we were to start for the lunch, would never come. Miss Springle had some passages-at-arms with Mrs. Dodd. They had all been down to breakfast but Lady Wakely and another woman, who were accustomed to the ways of the world. I had... Long Stories - Post by : MarkoJevtic - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 956

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 4 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 4

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 4
BOOK II CHAPTER IVThe last evening at Harley is one of the things I shall not want to recall. Augustus got drunk--yes, it is almost too dreadful to write even. I had not realized up to this that gentlemen (of course I do not mean that word literally, as applied to Augustus, but I mean people with money and a respectable position)--I never realized that they got drunk. I thought it was only common men in the street. It struck me he was making a great noise at dinner, but as he was sitting on the same side of the table... Long Stories - Post by : punter - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 1386

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 3 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 3

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 3
BOOK II CHAPTER IIINext day, Sunday, some of us went to church. Augustus insisted upon my going. He thought it would be a good opportunity of showing I was in Lady Tilchester's company, although what it could have mattered to the Harley villagers I do not know. He himself stayed behind with Lady Grenellen, he said, to take her for a walk in the woods. After lunch every one seemed to play bridge but Lady Tilchester and I and her politician and the weak-eyed Duke. We climbed the hill to the ruins of the old castle and there sat until tea-time.... Long Stories - Post by : punter - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 2852

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 2 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 2

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 2
BOOK II CHAPTER IIIn spite of Augustus--in spite of everything--I suddenly feel as if I had become alive again here at Harley! The whole place pleases me. It is an old Georgian house, with long wings stretching right and left, and from a large salon in the centre the other reception-rooms open. Lady Tilchester is so kind, and makes one feel perfectly at home. A number of people were assembled upon the croquet lawn and in the great tent playing bridge when we arrived, and as no one seems to introduce any one it has taken me two whole days to... Long Stories - Post by : punter - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 3214

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 1 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 1

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 2 - Chapter 1
BOOK II CHAPTER INo one can possibly imagine the unpleasantness of a honey-moon until they have tried it. It is no wonder one is told nothing at all about it. Even to keep my word and obey grandmamma I could never have undertaken it if I had had an idea what it would be like. Really, girls' dreams are the silliest things in the world. I can't help staring at all the married people I see about. "You--poor wretches!--have gone through this," I say to myself; and then I wonder and wonder that they can smile and look gay. I long... Long Stories - Post by : punter - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 2443

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 1 - Chapter 6 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 1 - Chapter 6

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 1 - Chapter 6
BOOK I CHAPTER VITo-morrow is my wedding-day--the 10th of June. There is my dress spread over the sofa, looking like a ghost in the dim light--I have only one candle on the dressing-table. It is pouring rain and there are rumbles of thunder in the distance. Well, let it pour and hail and rage, and do what it pleases--I don't care! Just now a flash came nearer and seemed to catch the huge diamonds in my engagement-ring, which hangs loose on my finger now. I flung it into the little china tray strings of pearls and a fender tiara are... Long Stories - Post by : punter - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 1212

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 1 - Chapter 5 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 1 - Chapter 5

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 1 - Chapter 5
BOOK I CHAPTER VThe next day Augustus went to London by the early train. I fortunately saw the dog-cart coming, and rushed to tell Hephzibah to say I was not up if he stopped, which of course he did on his way to the station. He left a message for me. He would be back at half-past four, would come in to tea. The Marquis and I were to dine there in the evening, so I am sure that would be time enough to have seen him. Grandmamma said it was no doubt the engagement-ring he had gone to London to... Long Stories - Post by : punter - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 1478

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 1 - Chapter 4 The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 1 - Chapter 4

The Reflections Of Ambrosine: A Novel - Book 1 - Chapter 4
BOOK I CHAPTER IVIt is difficult to judge of a thing when your mind is prejudiced on any point. Balls may be delightful, but my first ball contained hours which I can only look back upon as a nightmare. The Marquis and I arrived not too early; Mrs. Gurrage and her bevy of nieces and friends were already in the dressing-room. They seemed to be plainish, buxom girls, several of the bony, _passe description. They looked at me with eyes of deep interest. My dress, as I said before, was perfection. Mrs. Gurrage wore what she told me were the "family... Long Stories - Post by : punter - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 2263

Red Hair (the Vicissitudes Of Evangeline) - Part 12 Red Hair (the Vicissitudes Of Evangeline) - Part 12

Red Hair (the Vicissitudes Of Evangeline) - Part 12
CLARIDGE'S _Monday night. I felt to carry out my plan I must steady my mind a little, so I wrote my journal, and that calmed me. Of all the things I was sure of in the world, I was most sure that I loved Robert far too well to injure his prospects. On the other hand, to throw him away without a struggle was too cruel to both of us. If mamma's mother was nobody, all the rest of my family were fine old fighters and gentlemen, and I really prayed to their shades to help me now. Then I rang... Long Stories - Post by : punter - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 535

Red Hair (the Vicissitudes Of Evangeline) - Part 11 Red Hair (the Vicissitudes Of Evangeline) - Part 11

Red Hair (the Vicissitudes Of Evangeline) - Part 11
CLARIDGE'S, Sunday night, _November 27th. Late this evening, about eight o'clock, when I had relocked my journal, I got a note from Robert. I was just going to begin my dinner. I tore it open, inside was another; I did not wait to look who from, I was too eager to read his. I paste it in:  "CARLTON HOUSE TERRACE. "MY DARLING,-- "I have had a long talk with Aunt Sophia, and she is everything that is sweet and kind, but she fears Torquilstone will be a little difficult (_I don't care_, _nothing shall separate us now). She asks me not... Long Stories - Post by : punter - Date : May 2012 - Author : Elinor Glyn - Read : 1209