tion>Mary Johnston
Hagar
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066248536
Table of Contents
CHAPTER III THE DESCENT OF MAN
CHAPTER XV LOOKING FOR THOMASINE
CHAPTER XVII THE SOCIALIST MEETING
CHAPTER XXI AT ROGER MICHAEL'S
CHAPTER XXVII A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION
CHAPTER XXX AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE
HAGAR
CHAPTER I
THE PACKET-BOAT
"Low Braidge!"
The people on deck bent over, some until heads touched knees, others, more exactly calculating, just sufficiently to clear the beams. The canal-boat passed beneath the bridge, and all straightened themselves on their camp-stools. The gentlemen who were smoking put their cigars again between their lips. The two or three ladies resumed book or knitting. The sun was low, and the sycamores and willows fringing the banks cast long shadows across the canal. The northern bank was not so clothed with foliage, and one saw an expanse of bottom land, meadows and cornfields, and beyond, low mountains, purple in the evening light. The boat slipped from a stripe of gold into a stripe of shadow, and from a stripe of shadow into a stripe of gold. The negro and the mule on the towpath were now but a bit of dusk in motion, and now were lit and, so to speak, powdered with gold-dust. Now the rope between boat and towpath showed an arm-thick golden serpent, and now it did not show at all. Now a little cloud of gnats and flies, accompanying the boat, shone in burnished armour and now they put on a mantle of shade.
A dark little girl, of twelve years, dark and thin, sitting aft on the deck floor, her long, white-stockinged legs folded decorously under her, her blue gingham skirt spread out, and her Leghorn hat upon her knees, appealed to one of the reading ladies. "Aunt Serena, what is 'evolution'?"
Miss Serena Ashendyne laid down her book. "'Evolution,'" she said blankly, "'what is evolution?'"
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