Henry Jr. James
                        
                                        
                        
    
    
            
            
            
                                                                
    
                    
                
                    
    
    
                
    
                    
            
                
            
            
                                                    
    
                    
                
                    
    
    
                
    
                    
            
                
            
            
                                                    
    
                    
                
                    
    
    
                
    
                    
            
                
            
            
                                                    
    
                    
                
                    
    
    
                
    
                    
            
                
            
            
                                                    
    
                    
                
                    
    
    
                
    
                    
            
                
            
            
                                    
            
        
                                                
                The Chaperon
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            An old lady, in a high drawing-room, had had her chair moved close to the fire, where she sat knitting and warming her knees. She was dressed in deep mourning; her face had a faded nobleness, tempered, however, by the somewhat illiberal compression assumed by her lips in obedience to something that was passing in her mind. She was far from the lamp, but though her eyes were fixed upon her active needles she was not looking at them. What she really saw was quite another train of affairs. The room was spacious and dim; the thick London fog had oozed into it even through its superior defences. It was full of dusky, massive, valuable things. The…
        
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                        An old lady, in a high drawing-room, had had her chair moved close to the fire, where she sat knitting and warming her knees. She was dressed in deep mourning; her face had a faded nobleness, tempered, however, by the somewhat illiberal compression assumed by her lips in obedience to something that was passing in her mind. She was far from the lamp, but though her eyes were fixed upon her active needles she was not looking at them. What she really saw was quite another train of affairs. The room was spacious and dim; the thick London fog had oozed into it even through its superior defences. It was full of dusky, massive, valuable things. The old lady sat motionless save for the regularity of her clicking needles, which seemed as personal to her and as expressive as prolonged fingers. If she was thinking something out, she was thinking it thoroughly.       When she looked up, on the entrance of a girl of twenty, it might have been guessed that the appearance of this young lady was not an interruption of her meditation, but rather a contribution to it. The young lady, who was charming to behold, was also in deep mourning, which had a freshness, if mourning can be fresh, an air of having been lately put on.
                    
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Weitere Autoren: 1stworld Library (Hrsg.)
- ISBN: 978-1-4218-0947-2
 - EAN: 9781421809472
 - Produktnummer: 2280966
 - Verlag: 1st World Library - Literary Society
 - Sprache: Englisch
 - Erscheinungsjahr: 2006
 - Seitenangabe: 108 S.
 - Masse: H22.2 cm x B14.5 cm x D0.9 cm 292 g
 - Abbildungen: HC gerader Rücken mit Schutzumschlag
 - Gewicht: 292
 
Über den Autor
            Henry James (1843 - 1916) was an American-born British writer. He is regarded as one of the key figures of 19th-century literary realism. He was the son of Henry James, Sr. and the brother of philosopher and psychologist William James and diarist Alice James. He is best known for a number of novels showing Americans encountering Europe and Europeans. His method of writing from a character's point of view allowed him to explore issues related to consciousness and perception, and his style in later works has been compared to impressionist painting. His imaginative use of point of view, interior monologue and unreliable narrators brought a new depth to narrative fiction.
        
                                        
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