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In this charming short story from American author Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, Eudora Yates is an older unmarried woman who lives alone and has long eschewed convention. But when neighbors notice her pushing a baby carriage around the area, a storm of wild speculation about the child she appears to have adopted takes hold.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 mai 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776670154
Langue	English

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THE YATES PRIDE
A ROMANCE
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MARY E. WILKINS FREEMAN

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The Yates Pride A Romance First published in 1912 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-015-4 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-016-1 © 2014 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Part I Part II
Part I
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Opposite Miss Eudora Yates's old colonial mansion was the perky modernQueen Anne residence of Mrs. Joseph Glynn. Mrs. Glynn had a daughter,Ethel, and an unmarried sister, Miss Julia Esterbrook. All three werefond of talking, and had many callers who liked to hear the feeblyeffervescent news of Wellwood. This afternoon three ladies were there:Miss Abby Simson, Mrs. John Bates, and Mrs. Edward Lee. They sat in theGlynn sitting-room, which shrilled with treble voices as if a flock ofsparrows had settled therein.
The Glynn sitting-room was charming, mainly because of the quantityof flowering plants. Every window was filled with them, until the roomseemed like a conservatory. Ivy, too, climbed over the pictures, and themantel-shelf was a cascade of wandering Jew, growing in old china vases.
"Your plants are really wonderful, Mrs. Glynn," said Mrs. Bates, "but Idon't see how you manage to get a glimpse of anything outside the house,your windows are so full of them."
"Maybe she can see and not be seen," said Abby Simson, who had a quickwit and a ready tongue.
Mrs. Joseph Glynn flushed a little. "I have not the slightest curiosityabout my neighbors," she said, "but it is impossible to live just acrossthe road from any house without knowing something of what is going on,whether one looks or not," said she, with dignity.
"Ma and I never look out of the windows from curiosity," said EthelGlynn, with spirit. Ethel Glynn had a great deal of spirit, which wasevinced in her personal appearance as well as her tongue. She had aneye to the fashions; her sleeves were never out of date, nor was thearrangement of her hair.
"For instance," said Ethel, "we never look at the house opposite becausewe are at all prying, but we do know that that old maid has been doing amighty queer thing lately."
"First thing you know you will be an old maid yourself, and then yourstones will break your own glass house," said Abby Simson.
"Oh, I don't care," retorted Ethel. "Nowadays an old maid isn't an oldmaid except from choice, and everybody knows it. But it must have beendifferent in Miss Eudora's time. Why, she is older than you are, MissAbby."
"Just five years," replied Abby, unruffled, "and she had chances, and Iknow it."
"Why didn't she take them, then?"
"Maybe," said Abby, "girls had choice then as much as now, but I nevercould make out why she didn't marry Harry Lawton."
Ethel gave her head a toss. "Maybe," said she, "once in a while, even solong ago, a girl wasn't so crazy to get married as folks thought. Maybeshe didn't want him."
"She did want him," said Abby.