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Title: One Man in His Time

Author: Ellen Glasgow

Release Date: April 11, 2005 [eBook #15603]

Language: English

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ONE MAN IN HIS TIME

by

ELLEN GLASGOW

1922

"One man in his time plays many parts."

NOTE

No character in this book was drawn from any actual person past or
present.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. THE SHADOW

II. GIDEON VETCH

III. CORINNA OF THE OLD PRINT SHOP

IV. THE TRIBAL INSTINCT

V. MARGARET

VI. MAGIC

VII. CORINNA GOES TO WAR

VIII. THE WORLD AND PATTY

IX. SEPTEMBER ROSES

X. PATTY AND CORINNA

XI. THE OLD WALLS AND THE RISING TIDE

XII. A JOURNEY INTO MEAN STREETS

XIII. CORINNA WONDERS

XIV. A LITTLE LIGHT ON HUMAN NATURE

XV. CORINNA OBSERVES

XVI. THE FEAR OF LIFE

XVII. MRS. GREEN

XVIII. MYSTIFICATION

XIX. THE SIXTH SENSE

XX. CORINNA FACES LIFE

XXI. DANCE MUSIC

XXII. THE NIGHT

XXIII. THE DAWN

XXIV. THE VICTORY OF GIDEON VETCH

CHAPTER I

THE SHADOW

The winter's twilight, as thick as blown smoke, was drifting through the
Capitol Square. Already the snow covered walks and the frozen fountains
were in shadow; but beyond the irregular black boughs of the trees the
sky was still suffused with the burning light of the sunset. Over the
head of the great bronze Washington a single last gleam of sunshine shot
suddenly before it vanished amid the spires and chimneys of the city,
which looked as visionary and insubstantial as the glowing horizon.

Stopping midway of the road, Stephen Culpeper glanced back over the
vague streets and the clearer distance, where the approaching dusk spun
mauve and silver cobwebs of air. From that city, it seemed to him, a new
and inscrutable force--the force of an idea--had risen within the last
few