Tricotrin : The story of a waif and stray : In 2 vol. Vol. 2 (290,00 руб.)

TRICOTRIN THE STORY OF A WAIF AND STRAY. <...> CHAPTER I. [х the little kitchen of the river-house in the vine country an old woman sat beside her fire. <...> Her home had everything that her hardy habits stood in need of ; there was abundance of wood in the log closet, there was ahundance of brown sweet loaves in the bread—pot, there was ample winter provision in the red earthen pans and the shining brass dishes; there was abright and pleasant comfort in the fir-e—glow, in the scent of the herbs, in the purr of the cat; and a sturdy, brightwisaged peasant girl of sixteen, а grand-niece of her own from a. distant province, never left her day or night. <...> Yet in the worn, brave, patient, sunhnrnt face, so old, so still, so dark, there was an abiding, u.nutterahle grief,~a grief that never spoke. <...> In the long summer days she would crccp slowly into the porch, under the great flowering bonghs of the chestnuts, and stand for hours shading her eyes with her hand, and looking out to where the distant road ran through the vinefields,—the road that led to the great World, In the long winter nights she would move toward the window, and draw aside its little red curtain, and sit for hours looking out to where the swollen river roared between its banks,—~the river that swept westward to the sea. <...> Summer and winter she watched for that which never came: the earth holds no greater agony. 6 TRIO OTRIN, At times she would go up the stairway to а great, heavy wnlnut~press, full of curious doors and dim recesses, and nn. lock these, and draw them forth, and gaze at their contents; —~linen and woolen stuffs, and furs, and many different heaps of geld: she never touched them, but she would gaze at them very long. <...> And at other times she would sit under the chestnuts, or over the warm heerth, as the se:Lsons of the year went by, with only that mute and hopeless pain upon 1101' face, saying nothing, but only stroking the white heed of the great cat, Bebée. <...> She knit, and spun, and eat, :mcl flritllk, and sliced the onions, and washed the lettuees, and dried. the thyme, mid <...>