That Lass O' Lowrie's E-Book

Frances Hodgson Burnett

• Herausgeber: Enrico Conti
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett (24 November 1849 – 29 October 1924) was a British-American novelist and playwright. She is best known for the three children's novels Little Lord Fauntleroy (published in 1885–1886), A Little Princess (1905), and The Secret Garden (1911).Frances Eliza Hodgson was born in Cheetham, Manchester, England. After her father died in 1852, the family fell on straitened circumstances and in 1865 emigrated to the United States, settling near Knoxville, Tennessee. There Frances began writing to help earn money for the family, publishing stories in magazines from the age of 19. In 1870, her mother died, and in 1872 Frances married Swan Burnett, who became a medical doctor. The Burnetts lived for two years in Paris, where their two sons were born, before returning to the United States to live in Washington, D.C. Burnett then began to write novels, the first of which (That Lass o' Lowrie's), was published to good reviews. Little Lord Fauntleroy was published in 1886 and made her a popular writer of children's fiction, although her romantic adult novels written in the 1890s were also popular. She wrote and helped\ to produce stage versions of Little Lord Fauntleroy and A Little Princess.

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THAT LASS O’ LOWRIE’S

By

Frances Hodgson Burnett

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CHAPTER I - A Difficult Case

CHAPTER II. - “Liz”

CHAPTER III - The Reverend Harold Barholm

CHAPTER IV - “Love Me, Love My Dog”

CHAPTER V - Outside the Hedge

CHAPTER VI - Joan and the Child

CHAPTER VII - Anice at the Cottage

CHAPTER VIII - The Wager of Battle

CHAPTER IX - The News at the Rectory

CHAPTER X - On the Knoll Road

CHAPTER XI - Nib and His Master Make a Call

CHAPTER XII - On Guard

CHAPTER XIII - Joan and the Picture

CHAPTER XIV - The Open “Davy”

CHAPTER XV - A Discovery

CHAPTER XVI - “Owd Sammy” in Trouble

CHAPTER XVII - The Member of Parliament

CHAPTER XVIII - A Confession of Faith

CHAPTER XIX - Ribbons

CHAPTER XX - The New Gate-Keeper

CHAPTER XXI - Derrick’s Question

CHAPTER XXII - Master Landsell’s Son

CHAPTER XXIII - “Cannybles”

CHAPTER XXIV - Dan Lowrie’s Return

CHAPTER XXV - The Old Danger

CHAPTER XXVI - The Package Returned

CHAPTER XXVII - Sammy Craddock’s “Manny-ensis.”

CHAPTER XXVIII - Warned

CHAPTER XXIX - Lying in Wait

CHAPTER XXX - The Slip of Paper

CHAPTER XXXI - The Last Blow

CHAPTER XXXII - “Turned Methody!”

CHAPTER XXXIII - Fate

CHAPTER XXXIV - The Decision

CHAPTER XXXV - In the Pit

CHAPTER XXXVI - Alive Yet

CHAPTER XXXVII - Watching and Waiting

CHAPTER XXXVIII - Recognition

CHAPTER XXXIX - A Testimonial

CHAPTER XL - Going South

CHAPTER XLI - “A Soart o’ Pollygy”

CHAPTER XLII - Ashley-Wold

CHAPTER XLIII - Liz Comes Back

CHAPTER XLIV - Not Yet

CHAPTER I - A Difficult Case

They did not look like women, or at least a stranger new to the district might easily have been misled by their appearance, as they stood together in a group, by the pit’s mouth. There were about a dozen of them there—all “pit-girls,” as they were called; women who wore a dress more than half masculine, and who talked loudly and laughed discordantly, and some of whom, God knows, had faces as hard and brutal as the hardest of their collier brothers and husbands and sweethearts. They had lived among the coal-pits, and had worked early and late at the “mouth,” ever since they had been old enough to take part in the heavy labor. It was not to be wondered at that they had lost all bloom of womanly modesty and gentleness. Their mothers had been “pit-girls” in their time, their grandmothers in theirs; they had been born in coarse homes; they had fared hardly, and worked hard; they had breathed in the dust and grime of coal, and, somehow or other, it seemed to stick to them and reveal itself in their natures as it did in their bold unwashed faces. At first one shrank from them, but one’s shrinking could not fail to change to pity. There was no element of softness to rule or even influence them in their half savage existence.

On the particular evening of which I speak, the group at the pit’s mouth were even more than usually noisy. They were laughing, gossiping and joking,—coarse enough jokes,—and now and then a listener might have heard an oath flung out as if all were well used to the sound. Most of them were young women, though there were a few older ones among them, and the principal figure in the group—the center figure, about whom the rest clustered—was a young woman. But she differed from the rest in two or three respects. The others seemed somewhat stunted in growth; she was tall enough to be imposing. She was as roughly clad as the poorest of them, but she wore her uncouth garb differently. The man’s jacket of fustian, open at the neck, bared a handsome sunbrowned throat. The man’s hat shaded a face with dark eyes that had a sort of animal beauty, and a well-molded chin. It was at this girl that all the rough jokes seemed to be directed.