The Pearl of Orr's Island: A Story of the Coast of Maine
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Stowe Harriet Beecher. The Pearl of Orr's Island: A Story of the Coast of Maine
INTRODUCTORY NOTE
CHAPTER I. NAOMI
CHAPTER II. MARA
CHAPTER III. THE BAPTISM AND THE BURIAL
CHAPTER IV. AUNT ROXY AND AUNT RUEY
CHAPTER V. THE KITTRIDGES
CHAPTER VI. GRANDPARENTS
CHAPTER VII. FROM THE SEA
CHAPTER VIII. THE SEEN AND THE UNSEEN
CHAPTER IX. MOSES
CHAPTER X. THE MINISTER
CHAPTER XI. LITTLE ADVENTURERS
CHAPTER XII. SEA TALES
CHAPTER XIII. BOY AND GIRL
CHAPTER XIV. THE ENCHANTED ISLAND
CHAPTER XV. THE HOME COMING
CHAPTER XVI. THE NATURAL AND THE SPIRITUAL
CHAPTER XVII. LESSONS
CHAPTER XVIII. SALLY
CHAPTER XIX. EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER XX. REBELLION
CHAPTER XXI. THE TEMPTER
CHAPTER XXII. A FRIEND IN NEED
CHAPTER XXIII. THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY
CHAPTER XXIV. DESIRES AND DREAMS
CHAPTER XXV. MISS EMILY
CHAPTER XXVI. DOLORES
CHAPTER XXVII. HIDDEN THINGS
CHAPTER XXVIII. A COQUETTE
CHAPTER XXIX. NIGHT TALKS
CHAPTER XXX. THE LAUNCH OF THE ARIEL
CHAPTER XXXI. GREEK MEETS GREEK
CHAPTER XXXII. THE BETROTHAL
CHAPTER XXXIII. AT A QUILTING
CHAPTER XXXIV. FRIENDS
CHAPTER XXXV. THE TOOTHACRE COTTAGE
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE SHADOW OF DEATH
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE VICTORY
CHAPTER XXXVIII. OPEN VISION
CHAPTER XXXIX. THE LAND OF BEULAH
CHAPTER XL. THE MEETING
CHAPTER XLI. CONSOLATION
CHAPTER XLII. LAST WORDS
CHAPTER XLIII. THE PEARL
CHAPTER XLIV. FOUR YEARS AFTER
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On the road to the Kennebec, below the town of Bath, in the State of Maine, might have been seen, on a certain autumnal afternoon, a one-horse wagon, in which two persons were sitting. One was an old man, with the peculiarly hard but expressive physiognomy which characterizes the seafaring population of the New England shores. A clear blue eye, evidently practiced in habits of keen observation, white hair, bronzed, weather-beaten cheeks, and a face deeply lined with the furrows of shrewd thought and anxious care, were points of the portrait that made themselves felt at a glance.
By his side sat a young woman of two-and-twenty, of a marked and peculiar personal appearance. Her hair was black, and smoothly parted on a broad forehead, to which a pair of penciled dark eyebrows gave a striking and definite outline. Beneath, lay a pair of large black eyes, remarkable for tremulous expression of melancholy and timidity. The cheek was white and bloodless as a snowberry, though with the clear and perfect oval of good health; the mouth was delicately formed, with a certain sad quiet in its lines, which indicated a habitually repressed and sensitive nature.
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The tune was called "Invitation," – one of those profusely florid in runs, and trills, and quavers, which delighted the ears of a former generation; and Miss Ruey, innocently unconscious of the effect of old age on her voice, ran them up and down, and out and in, in a way that would have made a laugh, had there been anybody there to notice or to laugh.
"I remember singin' that ar to Mary Jane Wilson the very night she died," said Aunt Ruey, stopping. "She wanted me to sing to her, and it was jist between two and three in the mornin'; there was jist the least red streak of daylight, and I opened the window and sat there and sung, and when I come to 'over the hills where spices grow,' I looked round and there was a change in Mary Jane, and I went to the bed, and says she very bright, 'Aunt Ruey, the Beloved has come,' and she was gone afore I could raise her up on her pillow. I always think of Mary Jane at them words; if ever there was a broken-hearted crittur took home, it was her."
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