St. ElmoJourney through the tumultuous times of the Civil War with Augusta J. Evans' "St. Elmo." Set in Alabama, this domestic fiction intertwines love, betrayal, and redemption against the backdrop of one of America's most defining periods. Evans masterfully crafts a tale that delves deep into the human spirit, exploring the complexities of love and the scars of war. |
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... mother was the only daughter of Aaron Hunt, the village blacksmith, and her father, who was an intelligent, promising young carpenter, accidentally fell from the roof of the house which he was shingling, and died from the injuries ...
... mother was the only daughter of Aaron Hunt, the village blacksmith, and her father, who was an intelligent, promising young carpenter, accidentally fell from the roof of the house which he was shingling, and died from the injuries ...
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... mother, who was the only sweet-tempered beauty that ever I knew. I think I never set my eyes on a prettier face, with big brown eyes as meek as a partridge's; and then her hands and feet were as small as a queen's. Now as long as you ...
... mother, who was the only sweet-tempered beauty that ever I knew. I think I never set my eyes on a prettier face, with big brown eyes as meek as a partridge's; and then her hands and feet were as small as a queen's. Now as long as you ...
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... mother's shoulder, and its little dimpled arm and hand hanging over the back of the seat. There was comfort and a soothing sensation of human companionship in the touch of that baby's hand; it seemed a link in the electric chain of ...
... mother's shoulder, and its little dimpled arm and hand hanging over the back of the seat. There was comfort and a soothing sensation of human companionship in the touch of that baby's hand; it seemed a link in the electric chain of ...
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... mother to kiss and love it. It was all wrong to feel so, but I was so wretched. And then God raised up friends even among strangers, and shows me I am not forsaken if I am desolate. I begin to think He took everybody away from me, that ...
... mother to kiss and love it. It was all wrong to feel so, but I was so wretched. And then God raised up friends even among strangers, and shows me I am not forsaken if I am desolate. I begin to think He took everybody away from me, that ...
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... mother's good-night kiss rested like a blessing on his smooth, boyish forehead, and the prayer learned in the nursery still crept across his pure lips; but now the fair, chiseled lineaments were blotted by dissipation, and blackened and ...
... mother's good-night kiss rested like a blessing on his smooth, boyish forehead, and the prayer learned in the nursery still crept across his pure lips; but now the fair, chiseled lineaments were blotted by dissipation, and blackened and ...
Contents
CHAPTER VI | |
CHAPTER VII | |
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CHAPTER XIII | |
CHAPTER XXI | |
CHAPTER XXII | |
CHAPTER XXV | |
CHAPTER XXVII | |
CHAPTER XXVIII | |
CHAPTER XXIX | |
CHAPTER XXX | |
CHAPTER XXXII | |
CHAPTER XIV | |
CHAPTER XVI | |
CHAPTER XVII | |
CHAPTER XVIII | |
CHAPTER XX | |
CHAPTER XXXIII | |
CHAPTER XXXIV | |
CHAPTER XXXV | |
CHAPTER XXXVII | |
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