At Fault

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Sheba Blake. At Fault

Contents

One. The Mistress of Place-du-Bois

Two. At the Mill

Three. In the Pirogue

Four. A Small Interruption

Five. In the Pine Woods

Six. Melicent Talks

Seven. Painful Disclosures

Eight. Treats of Melicent

Nine. Face to Face

Ten. Fanny’s Friends

Eleven. The Self-Assumed Burden

Twelve. Severing Old Ties

Thirteen. Fanny’s First Night at Place-du-Bois

Fourteen “Neva to See You!”

Fifteen. A Talk Under the Cedar Tree

Sixteen. Thérèse Crosses the River

Seventeen. One Afternoon

Eighteen. One Night

Nineteen. Melicent Leaves Place-du-Bois

Twenty. With Loose Rein

Twenty One. The Reason Why

Twenty Two. Perplexing Things

Twenty Three. A Social Evening

Twenty Four. Tidings That Sting

Twenty Five. Melicent Hears the News

Twenty Six. A Step Too Far

Twenty Seven. A Fateful Solution

Twenty Eight. To Him Who Waits

Conclusion

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Kate Chopin

At Fault

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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.

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