Sylvia Crane’s house was the one in which her grandmother had been born, and was the oldest house in the village. It was known as the “old Crane place.” It had never been painted, it was shedding its flapping gray … Read the rest
Category: Pembroke
Pembroke – Chapter I
At half-past six o’clock on Sunday night Barnabas came out of his bedroom. The Thayer house was only one story high, and there were no chambers. A number of little bedrooms were clustered around the three square rooms—the north and … Read the rest
Pembroke – Introductory Sketch
Pembroke was originally intended as a study of the human will in several New England characters, in different phases of disease and abnormal development, and to prove, especially in the most marked case, the truth of a theory that its … Read the rest
Pembroke – Chapter XIII
When Richard Alger went home he wore an old brown shawl of Sylvia’s over his shoulders. He had demurred a little. “I can’t go down the street with your shawl on, Sylvia,” he had pleaded, but Sylvia insisted.
“You’ll catch … Read the rest
Pembroke – Chapter XII
A few days after Deborah’s funeral Charlotte had an errand at the store after supper. When she went down the hill the sun had quite set, but there was a clear green light. The sky gave it out, and there … Read the rest
Pembroke – Chapter XI
Barney went to see Rebecca the next day, but the minister’s wife came to the door and would not admit him. She puckered her lips painfully, and a blush shot over her face and little thin throat as she stood … Read the rest
Pembroke – Chapter X
On the Sunday following the one of Barnabas Thayer’s call Sylvia Crane appeared at meeting in a black lace veil like a Spanish señorita. The heavily wrought black lace fell over her face, and people could get only shifting glimpses … Read the rest
Pembroke – Chapter IX
One Sunday evening, about four months after the cherry party, Barnabas Thayer came out of his house and strolled slowly across the road. Then he paused, and leaned up against some pasture bars and looked around him. There was nobody … Read the rest
Pembroke – Chapter VIII
When Rebecca entered the house, her mother was standing over the stove, making milk-toast for supper. The boiling milk steamed up fiercely in her face. “What makes you so long behind the others?” she demanded, without turning, stirring the milk … Read the rest
Pembroke – Chapter VII
On the north side of the old tavern was a great cherry orchard. In years back it had been a source of considerable revenue to Silas Berry, but for some seasons his returns from it had been very small. The … Read the rest