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Mazo de la Roche. The Building of Jalna
THE BUILDING OF JALNA
CONTENTS
I. IN ENGLAND
II. IN IRELAND
III. THE FIRST VOYAGE
IV. REPAIRS
V. THE SECOND VOYAGE
VI. THE HOUSE IN THE RUE ST. LOUIS
VII. VAUGHANLANDS
VIII. THE LAND
IX. THE FOUNDATION
X. THE WALLS
XI. THE ROOF
XII. HENRIETTA
XIII. AUTUMN RAIN
XIV. WINTER SPORT
XV. IN WILMOTT’S HOUSE
XVI. PROGRESS OF THE SEASON
XVII. SPRINGTIME AT JALNA
XVIII. VISITORS FROM IRELAND
XIX. THE BATHING PARTY
XX. THE GALLOP IN THE FOREST
XXI. THE REWARD
XXII. THE CHURCH
XXIII. A VARIETY OF SCENES
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THE BUILDING OF JALNA
She looked into his face to discover what was its expression. She had glimpsed her own, in one of the great gilt-framed mirrors, and had been well-pleased by its rapt expression. She half-expected to see Philip wearing the same look. But in truth he looked just as he had when they had entered the opera house. Pleased to be there, well-satisfied with himself and with her, glad to be back in London once more. She pressed his arm and his lips parted in a smile. Surely no man in all that throng had so fine, so manly a profile as Philip! Surely there was no other man with such well-set shoulders, such a flat back! He turned his head and looked at her. As he looked, his bright blue eyes widened a little in pride. He glanced about to see if others were noticing her beauty. They were, no doubt about that. Two gentlemen on her other side were noticing it more than was compatible with good taste. They were openly staring at her. She was aware of this, as was shown by her heightened colour and the daring half-glance she bestowed on them, but she continued to smile at Philip. They were now near the outer door and it took all his skill to pilot her successfully through it, billowing as she was in a flounced taffeta crinoline. Small wonder those fellows stared, thought Philip. It was not often one saw a face so arresting as Adeline’s. Was there another anywhere to equal it, he wondered. Her colouring alone made people turn their heads to look after her: the hair thick and waving, of the deepest auburn that could, in sunlight, flame to red; the skin of marble and roses, the changeful brown eyes with black lashes. But, if her colouring had been undistinguished, her proud and daring features, her arched brows, aquiline nose and mobile, laughing mouth would have warranted his fine favour.
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His sister’s face clouded. The Dean answered for her.
“She has indeed. As a matter of fact I could not find a single spot where I could write my sermons in peace — between baby and parrot.” Then he added genially — “But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.”
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