FELIPA.
Constance Fenimore Woolson Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven With intricate shades of the…
DOROTHY
CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON I AS it was Saturday, many visitors came to the villa, Giuseppe…
“BRO.”
Constance Fenimore Woolson To him that hath, we are told, Shall be given. Yes, by…
A WAITRESS
CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON AS the evening was delightful, their coffee was served in the garden.…
A TRANSPLANTED BOY
BY CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON I LORENZO came into the hall, bell in hand. Putting down…
A PINK VILLA
BY CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON I “YES, of the three, I liked Pierre best,” said Mrs.…
A FLORENTINE EXPERIMENT
CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON ONE afternoon, three years ago, two ladies were talking together on the…
A CHRISTMAS PARTY
BY CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON IN 188- the American Consul at Venice was occupying the second…
MISS GRIEF.
By Constance Fenimore Woolson. “A conceited fool” is a not uncommon expression. Now, I know…
THE CREMONA VIOLIN
BY E.T.A. HOFFMANN Councillor Krespel was one of the strangest, oddest men I ever met…