The scene of " At Fault " is laid in Louisiana , and the creole dialect used by Thérèse and her friends is much more agreeable than the slang indulged in by the wealthy St . Louis women. The tale has a somewhat pleasant flavor, and the local color seems to be well preserved. The story ends happily in the orthodox fashion.
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Kate Chopin. At Fault
CONTENTS:
PART I. I. The Mistress of Place-du-Bois
II. At the Mill
III. In the Pirogue
IV. A Small Interruption
V. In the Pine Woods
VI. Melicent Talks
VII. Painful Disclosures
VIII. Treats of Melicent
IX. Face to Face
X. Fanny’s Friends
XI. The Self-Assumed Burden
XII. Severing Old Ties
PART II. I. Fanny’s First Night at Place-du-Bois
II. “Neva to See You!”
III. A Talk Under the Cedar Tree
IV. Thérèse Crosses the River
V. One Afternoon
VI. One Night
VII. Melicent Leaves Place-du-Bois
VIII. With Loose Rein
IX. The Reason Why
X. Perplexing Things
XI. A Social Evening
XII. Tidings That Sting
XIII. Melicent Hears the News
XIV. A Step Too Far
XV. A Fateful Solution
XVI. To Him Who Waits
XVII. Conclusion
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At Fault
KATE CHOPIN
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Hosmer then spoke a few words through the telephone which connected with the agent’s desk at the station, put on his great slouch hat, and thrusting keys and hands into his pocket, joined Thérèse in the door-way.
Quitting the office and making a sharp turn to the left, they came in direct sight of the great mill. She quickly made her way past the huge piles of sawed timber, not waiting for her companion, who loitered at each step of the way, with observant watchfulness. Then mounting the steep stairs that led to the upper portions of the mill, she went at once to her favorite spot, quite on the edge of the open platform that overhung the dam. Here she watched with fascinated delight the great logs hauled dripping from the water, following each till it had changed to the clean symmetry of sawed planks. The unending work made her giddy. For no one was there a moment of rest, and she could well understand the open revolt of the surly Joçint; for he rode the day long on that narrow car, back and forth, back and forth, with his heart in the pine hills and knowing that his little Creole pony was roaming the woods in vicious idleness and his rifle gathering an unsightly rust on the cabin wall at home.
