The Lost Girl

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General Books LLC, 2010 - Fiction - 258 pages
Excerpt: ...week, eh? In the morning?" "Do!" cried Alvina, as Miss Pinnegar came through the door. He glanced quickly over his shoulder. "Oh!" cried Miss Pinnegar. "I couldn't imagine who it was." She eyed the young fellow sharply. "Couldn't you?" said Alvina. "We brought back these things." "Oh yes. Well-you'd better come into the other room, to the fire," said Miss Pinnegar. "I shall go along. Good-bye!" said Ciccio, and with a slight bow to Alvina, and a still slighter to Miss Pinnegar, he was out of the room and out of the front door, as if turning tail. "I suppose they're going this morning," said Miss Pinnegar. CHAPTER IX ALVINA BECOMES ALLAYE Alvina wept when the Natchas had gone. She loved them so much, she wanted to be with them. Even Ciccio she regarded as only one of the Natchas. She looked forward to his coming as to a visit from the troupe. How dull the theatre was without them! She was tired of the Endeavour. She wished it did not exist. The rehearsal on the Monday morning bored her terribly. Her father was nervous and irritable. The previous week had tried him sorely. He had worked himself into a state of nervous apprehension such as nothing would have justified, unless perhaps, if the wooden walls of the Endeavour had burnt to the ground, with James inside victimized like another Samson. He had developed a nervous horror of all artistes. He did not feel safe for one single moment whilst he depended on a single one of them. "We shall have to convert into all pictures," he said in a nervous fever to Mr. May. "Don't make any more engagements after the end of next month." "Really!" said Mr. May. "Really! Have you quite decided?" "Yes quite! Yes quite!" James fluttered. "I have written about a new machine, and the supply of films from Chanticlers." "Really!" said Mr. May. "Oh well then, in that case-" But he was filled with dismay and chagrin. "Of cauce," he said later to Alvina, "I can't possibly stop on if we are nothing but a picture show!" And...

About the author (2010)

D(avid) H(erbert) Lawrence was born on September 11, 1885. His father was a coal miner and Lawrence grew up in a mining town in England. He always hated the mines, however, and frequently used them in his writing to represent both darkness and industrialism, which he despised because he felt it was scarring the English countryside. Lawrence attended high school and college in Nottingham and, after graduation, became a school teacher in Croyden in 1908. Although his first two novels had been unsuccessful, he turned to writing full time when a serious illness forced him to stop teaching. Lawrence spent much of his adult life abroad in Europe, particularly Italy, where he wrote some of his most significant and most controversial novels, including Sons and Lovers and Lady Chatterly's Lover. Lawrence and his wife, Frieda , who had left her first husband and her children to live with him, spent several years touring Europe and also lived in New Mexico for a time. Lawrence had been a frail child, and he suffered much of his life from tuberculosis. Eventually, he retired to a sanitorium in Nice, France. He died in France in 1930, at age 44. In his relatively short life, he produced more than 50 volumes of short stories, poems, plays, essays, travel journals, and letters, in addition to the novels for which he is best known.

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