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Title: East Angels

Author: Constance Fenimore Woolson

Release Date: July 12, 2010 [EBook #33143]

Language: English

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EAST ANGELS

A Novel

BY

CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON
AUTHOR OF "ANNE" "FOR THE MAJOR" ETC.

NEW YORK
HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE

CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON'S WORKS.

EAST ANGELS. A Novel. 16mo,
Cloth, $1.25.

ANNE. A Novel. Illustrated. pp iv.,
540. 16mo, Cloth, $1.25.

FOR THE MAJOR. A Novelette. Illustrated.
pp. 208. 16mo, Cloth, $1.00.

CASTLE NOWHERE. Lake Country
Sketches, pp 386. 16mo, Cloth,
$1.00. (_New Edition nearly ready._)

RODMAN THE KEEPER. Southern
Sketches, pp. 340. 16mo, Cloth.
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Copyright, 1884, 1885, 1886, by HARPER & BROTHERS.

_All rights reserved._

EAST ANGELS.

CHAPTER I.

"I think, more than anything else, I came to be under blue sky."

"Are you fond of sky?" said the young girl who was sitting near the
speaker, her eyes on the shimmering water of the lagoon which stretched
north and south before the house.

"I can't lay claim to tastes especially celestial, I fear," answered the
visitor, "but I confess to a liking for an existence which is not, for
six months of the year, a combat. I am mortally tired of our long
northern winters, with their eternal processions of snow, ice, and
thaw--thaw, ice, and snow; I am tired of our springs--hypocritical
sunshine pierced through and through by east winds; and I have at last,
I think, succeeded in breaking loose from the belief that there is
something virtuous and heroic in encountering these things--encountering
them, I mean, merely from habit,