Moods

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Alcott Louisa May. Moods

CHAPTER I. IN A YEAR

CHAPTER II. WHIMS

CHAPTER III. AFLOAT

CHAPTER IV. THROUGH FLOOD AND FIELD AND FIRE

CHAPTER V. A GOLDEN WEDDING

CHAPTER VI. WHY SYLVIA WAS HAPPY

CHAPTER VII. DULL BUT NECESSARY

CHAPTER VIII. NO

CHAPTER IX. HOLLY

CHAPTER X. YES

CHAPTER XI. WOOING

CHAPTER XII. WEDDING

CHAPTER XIII. SYLVIA'S HONEYMOON

CHAPTER XIV. A FIRESIDE FETE

CHAPTER XV. EARLY AND LATE

CHAPTER XVI. IN THE TWILIGHT

CHAPTER XVII. ASLEEP AND AWAKE

CHAPTER XVIII. WHAT NEXT?

CHAPTER XIX. SIX MONTHS

CHAPTER XX. COME

CHAPTER XXI. OUT OF THE SHADOW

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The room fronted the west, but a black cloud, barred with red, robbed the hour of twilight's tranquil charm. Shadows haunted it, lurking in corners like spies set there to watch the man who stood among them mute and motionless as if himself a shadow. His eye turned often to the window with a glance both vigilant and eager, yet saw nothing but a tropical luxuriance of foliage scarcely stirred by the sultry air heavy with odors that seemed to oppress not refresh. He listened with the same intentness, yet heard only the clamor of voices, the tramp of feet, the chime of bells, the varied turmoil of a city when night is defrauded of its peace by being turned to day. He watched and waited for something; presently it came. A viewless visitant, welcomed by longing soul and body as the man, with extended arms and parted lips received the voiceless greeting of the breeze that came winging its way across the broad Atlantic, full of healthful cheer for a home-sick heart. Far out he leaned; held back the thick-leaved boughs already rustling with a grateful stir, chid the shrill bird beating its flame-colored breast against its prison bars, and drank deep draughts of the blessed wind that seemed to cool the fever of his blood and give him back the vigor he had lost.

A sudden light shone out behind him filling the room with a glow that left no shadow in it. But he did not see the change, nor hear the step that broke the hush, nor turn to meet the woman who stood waiting for a lover's welcome. An indefinable air of sumptuous life surrounded her, and made the brilliant room a fitting frame for the figure standing there with warm-hued muslins blowing in the wind. A figure full of the affluent beauty of womanhood in its prime, bearing unmistakable marks of the polished pupil of the world in the grace that flowed through every motion, the art which taught each feature to play its part with the ease of second nature and made dress the foil to loveliness. The face was delicate and dark as a fine bronze, a low forehead set in shadowy waves of hair, eyes full of slumberous fire, and a passionate yet haughty mouth that seemed shaped alike for caresses and commands.

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Eloquently she pleaded with voice and eyes and tender lips, but Warwick did not yield.

"If the test be tried at all it must be fairly tried. We must stand entirely apart and see what saving virtue lies in self-denial and self-help."

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