Edith Wharton

The Greatest Works of Edith Wharton - 31 Books in One Edition


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       Edith Wharton

      The Greatest Works of Edith Wharton - 31 Books in One Edition

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      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-3476-9

      Table of Contents

       Afterward

       The Age of Innocence

       Artemis to Actaeon and Other Verses

       Autres Temps…

       Bunner Sisters

       The Choice

       Coming Home

       Crucial Instances

       The Custom of the Country

       The Descent of Man & Other Stories

       The Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton, Volume 1

       The Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton, Volume 2

       Ethan Frome

       Fighting France

       The Fruit of the Tree

       The Glimpses of the Moon

       The Greater Inclination

       The Hermit and the Wild Woman

       The House of Mirth

       In Morocco

       Kerfol

       The Long Run

       Madame de Treymes

       The Reef

       Sanctuary

       Summer

       Tales of Men and Ghosts

       The Touchstone

       The Triumph of Night

       The Valley of Decision

       Xingu

      Afterward

       Table of Contents

      I

      “Oh, there is one, of course, but you’ll never know it.”

      The assertion, laughingly flung out six months earlier in a bright June garden, came back to Mary Boyne with a sharp perception of its latent significance as she stood, in the December dusk, waiting for the lamps to be brought into the library.

      The words had been spoken by their friend Alida Stair, as they sat at tea on her lawn at Pangbourne, in reference to the very house of which the library in question was the central, the pivotal “feature.” Mary Boyne and her husband, in quest of a country place in one of the southern or southwestern counties, had, on their arrival in England, carried their problem straight to Alida Stair, who had successfully solved it in her own case; but it was not until they had rejected, almost capriciously, several practical and judicious suggestions that she threw it out: “Well, there’s Lyng, in Dorsetshire. It belongs to Hugo’s cousins, and you can get it for a song.”

      The reasons she gave for its being obtainable on these terms — its remoteness from a station, its lack of electric light, hot-water pipes, and other vulgar necessities — were exactly those pleading in its favor with two romantic Americans perversely in search of the economic drawbacks which were associated, in their tradition, with unusual architectural felicities.

      “I should never believe I was living in an old house unless I was thoroughly uncomfortable,” Ned Boyne, the more extravagant of the two, had jocosely insisted; “the least hint of ‘convenience’ would make me think it had been bought out of an exhibition, with the pieces numbered, and set up again.” And they had proceeded to enumerate, with humorous precision, their various suspicions and exactions, refusing to believe that the house their cousin recommended was really Tudor till they learned it had no heating system, or that the village church was literally in the grounds till she assured them of the deplorable uncertainty of the water supply.

      “It’s too uncomfortable to be true!” Edward Boyne had continued to exult as the avowal of each disadvantage was successively wrung from her; but he had cut short his rhapsody to ask, with a sudden relapse to distrust: “And the ghost? You’ve been concealing from us the fact that there is no ghost!”

      Mary, at the moment, had laughed with him, yet almost with her laugh, being possessed of several sets of independent perceptions, had noted a sudden flatness of tone in Alida’s answering hilarity.

      “Oh, Dorsetshire’s full of ghosts, you know.”

      “Yes, yes; but that won’t do. I don’t want to have to drive ten miles to see somebody else’s ghost. I want one of my own on the premises. Is there a ghost at Lyng?”

      His rejoinder had made Alida laugh again, and it was then that