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Автор: Upton Sinclair
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       Upton Sinclair

      Love's Pilgrimage

      A Novel

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066214463

       PART I. Loves Entanglement

       BOOK I. THE VICTIM

       BOOK II. THE SNARE

       BOOK III. THE VICTIM HESITATES

       They had opened a wooden box which lay beside them.

       MY THYRSIS!

       III. MY DEAREST THYRSIS

       IV. MY DEAR THYRSIS

       V. DEAR THYRSIS

       VI. MY DEAR, DEAR THYRSIS

       VII. MY DEAR CORYDON

       XV. DEAR THYRSIS

       XVI. DEAR THYRSIS

       XVII. MY DEAREST THYRSIS

       XVIII. MY DEAREST CORYDON

       XIX. MY THYRSIS

       XX. DEAR THYRSIS

       XXI. DEAREST LOVE

       XXII. MY CORYDON

       XXIII. DEAREST THYRSIS

       XXVII. MY DEAREST CORYDON

       XXVIII. DEAR THYRSIS

       XXX. DEAREST THYRSIS

       XXXI. DEAR THYRSIS

       XXXII. THYRSIS

       XXXIV. MY DEAR THYRSIS

       BOOK IV. THE VICTIM APPROACHES

       BOOK V. THE BAIT IS SEIZED

       BOOK VI. THE CORDS ARE TIGHTENED

       BOOK VII. THE CAPTURE IS COMPLETED

       PART II. Love’s Captivity

       BOOK VIII. THE CAPTIVE BOUND

       BOOK IX. THE CAPTIVE IN LEASH

       BOOK X. THE END OF THE TETHER

       BOOK XI. THE TORTURE-HOUSE

       BOOK XII. THE TREADMILL

       BOOK XIII. THE MASTERS OF THE SNARE

       BOOK XIV. THE PRICE OF RANSOM

       BOOK XV. THE CAPTIVE FAINTS

       BOOK XVI. THE BREAK FOR FREEDOM

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      It was in a little woodland glen, with a streamlet tumbling through it. She sat with her back to a snowy birch-tree, gazing into the eddies of a pool below; and he lay beside her, upon the soft, mossy ground, reading out of a book of poems. Images of joy were passing before them; and there came four lines with a picture—

      “Hard by, a cottage-chimney smokes,

       From betwixt two aged oaks,

       Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met,

       Are at their savory dinner set.”

      “Ah!” said she. “I always loved that. Let us be Corydon and Thyrsis!”

      He smiled. “They were both of them men,” he said.

      “Let us change it,” she responded—“just between ourselves!”

      “Very well—Corydon!” said he.

      Then, after a moment’s thought, she added, “But we didn’t have the cottage.”

      “No,” said he—“nor even the dinner!”

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