eBooks „gossip“
64 eBooks were found for the search term „gossip“.
Louisa May Alcott
Little Women (Fiscle Part 13) Of 2
- Short Story
- English
- 100111 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 3
In Order That We May Start Afresh And Go To Meg's Wedding With Free
Minds, It Will Be Well To Begin With A Little Gossip About The Marches.
And Here Let Me Premise That If Any Of The Elders Think There Is Too
Much 'Lovering' In The Story, As I Fear They May (I'm Not Afraid The
Young Folks Will Make That Objection), I Can Only Say With Mrs. March,
"What Can You Expect When I Have Four Gay Girls In The House, And A
Dashing Young Neighbor Over The Way?"
The Three Years That Have Passed Have Brought But Few Changes To The
Quiet Family. The War Is Over, And Mr. March Safely At Home, Busy With
His Books And The Small Parish Which Found In Him A Minister By Nature
As By Grace, A Quiet, Studious Man, Rich In The Wisdom That Is Better
Than Learning, The Charity Which Calls All Mankind 'Brother', The Piety
That Blossoms Into Character, Making It August And Lovely. [more]
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Charles Hanson Townec
The Bad Man
- History
- English
- 52133 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 2
In creating The Smart Set, Mann initially sought to offer a cultural counterpart to his Town Topics, a preceding gossip magazine which he used for political and social gain among New York City's elite, which would include works "by, for and about 'The Four Hundred'”.[2] With The Smart Set, Mann wanted to provide sophisticated content that would reinforce the social values of New York’s social elite and gave it the subtitle "The Magazine of Cleverness." He published the first issue of The Smart Set on March 10, 1900, under the editorship of Arthur Grissom, who also worked at Town Topics. As editor, Grissom created the formula of the magazine that would remain intact throughout the greater part of its existence: 160 pages containing a novelette, a short play, several poems, and several witticisms to fill blank space. Grissom died of typhoid fever a year later, and Marvin Dana took over as editor beginning a series of managerial turnovers that would define the characteristic evolution of magazine until its termination. Dana remained as editor until 1904 when he left The Smart Set to work in newspapers. [more]
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JAMES ANTHONY FROUDE
HISTORY OF ENGLAND FROM THE FALL OF WOLSEY TO THE DEATH OF ELIZABETH.
- Fiction
- English
- 287207 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 2
James Anthony Froude (/ˈfruːd/ frood;[1][2] 23 April 1818 – 20 October 1894) was an English historian, novelist, biographer, and editor of Fraser's Magazine. From his upbringing amidst the Anglo-Catholic Oxford Movement, Froude intended to become a clergyman, but doubts about the doctrines of the Anglican church, published in his scandalous 1849 novel The Nemesis of Faith, drove him to abandon his religious career. Froude turned to writing history, becoming one of the best known historians of his time for his History of England from the Fall of Wolsey to the Defeat of the Spanish Armada.[3] Inspired by Thomas Carlyle, Froude's historical writings were often fiercely polemical, earning him a number of outspoken opponents. Froude continued to be controversial up until his death for his Life of Carlyle, which he published along with personal writings of Thomas and Jane Welsh Carlyle. These publications illuminated Carlyle's often selfish personality, and led to persistent gossip and discussion of the couple's marital problems. [more]
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Love and War
- Biography & Autobiography
- English
- 12755 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 3
What vain weathercocks we are! I, who had determined to hold myself independent of all social intercourse, and thanked my stars that, at length, I had lighted on a spot where it was next to impracticable—I, weak wretch, after maintaining till dusk a struggle with low spirits and solitude, was finally compelled to strike my colours; and under pretence of gaining information concerning the necessities of my establishment, I desired Mrs. Dean, when she brought in supper, to sit down while I ate it; hoping sincerely she would prove a regular gossip, and either rouse me to animation or lull me to sleep by her talk.
‘You have lived here a considerable time,’ I commenced; ‘did you not say sixteen years?’
‘Eighteen, sir: I came when the mistress was married, to wait on her; after she died, the master retained me for his housekeeper.’
‘Indeed.’
There ensued a pause. She was not a gossip, I feared; unless about her own affairs, and those could hardly interest me. However, having studied for an interval, with a fist on either knee, and a cloud of meditation over her ruddy countenance, she ejaculated—‘Ah, times are greatly changed since then!’
‘Yes,’ I remarked, ‘you’ve seen a good many alterations, I suppose?’
‘I have: and troubles too,’ she said.
‘Oh, I’ll turn the talk on my landlord’s family!’ I thought to myself. ‘A good subject to start! And that pretty girl-widow, I should like to know her history: whether she be a native of the country, or, as is more probable, an exotic that the surly indigenae will not recognise for kin.’ With this intention I asked Mrs. Dean why Heathcliff let Thrushcross Grange, and preferred living in a situation and residence so much inferior. ‘Is he not rich enough to keep the estate in good order?’ I inquired.
‘Rich, sir!’ she returned. ‘He has nobody knows what money, and every year it increases. Yes, yes, he’s rich enough to live in a finer house than this: but he’s very near—close-handed; and, if he had meant to flit to Thrushcross Grange, as soon as he heard of a good tenant he could not have borne to miss the chance of getting a few hundreds more. It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world!’
‘He had a son, it seems?’
‘Yes, he had one—he is dead.’
‘And that young lady, Mrs. Heathcliff, is his widow?’
‘Yes.’
‘Where did she come from originally?’
‘Why, sir, she is my late master’s daughter: Catherine Linton was her maiden name. I nursed her, poor thing! I did wish Mr. Heathcliff would remove here, and then we might have been together again.’
‘What! Catherine Linton?’ I exclaimed, astonished. But a minute’s reflection convinced me it was not my ghostly Catherine. ‘Then,’ I continued, ‘my predecessor’s name was Linton?’
‘It was.’
‘And who is that Earnshaw: Hareton Earnshaw, who lives with Mr. Heathcliff? Are they relations?’
‘No; he is the late Mrs. Linton’s nephew.’
‘The young lady’s cousin, then?’
‘Yes; and her husband was her cousin also: one on the mother’s, the other on the [more]
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