Books with author Kathleen Norris

"You and I have been married nearly seven years," Margaret Kirby reflected bitterly, "and I suppose we are as near hating each other as two civilized people ever were!" She did not say it aloud. The Kirbys had long ago given up any discussion of their attitude to each other. But as the thought came into her mind she eyed her husband—lounging moodily in her motor-car, as they swept home through the winter twilight—with hopeless, mutinous irritation.

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Excerpt from Josselyn's WifeEllen latimer reached the big station just before the rain began to fall, and whisked into its gloomy depths with a smile of triumph on her pretty gipsy face. Her suit had just been pressed, and her hat was new; it would have been a calamity to have them get wet. Aunt Elsie had cautioned her to carry her umbrella that morning, and Ellen had merely shaken her head; the November sky was dark and low, it was true, but they were reaching the season now when they might look for snow, not rain.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Not the place in which to look for the Great Adventure, the dingy, narrow office on the mezzanine floor of Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's great wholesale drug establishment, in San Francisco city, at the beginning of the present century. Nothing could have seemed more monotonous, more grimy, less interesting, to the outsider's eye at least, than life as it presented itself to the twelve women who were employed in bookkeeping there. Yet, being young, as they all were, each of these girls was an adventuress, in a quiet way, and each one dreamed bright dreams in the dreary place, and waited, as youth must wait, for fortune, or fame, or position, love or power, to evolve itself somehow from the dulness of her days, and give her the key that should open--and shut--the doors of Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's offices to her forever.

The day had opened so brightly, in such a welcome wave of April sunshine, that by mid-afternoon there were two hundred players scattered over the links of the Long Island Country Club at Belvedere Bay; the men in thick plaid stockings and loose striped sweaters, the women's scarlet coats and white skirts making splashes of vivid color against the fresh green of grass and the thick powdering of dandelions. It was Saturday, and a half-holiday; it was that one day of all the year when the seasons change places, when winter is visibly worsted, and summer, with warmth and relaxation, bathing and tennis and motor trips in the moonlight, becomes again a reality.

A novel by Kathleen Thompson Norris, who was an American novelist, and wife of fellow writer, Charles Norris whom she wed in 1909. She was educated in a special course in the University of California and wrote many popular romance novels that some considered sentimental and honest in their prose. Norris was the highest-paid female writer of her time, and many of her novels are held in high regard today. Many of her novels were set in California, particularly the San Francisco area. They feature detailed descriptions of the upperclass lifestyle. Her works include Mother (1911), The Rich Mrs. Burgoyne (1912), Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby (1913), The Treasure (1914), Saturday's Child (1914), The Heart of Rachael (1916), Martie the Unconquered (1917), Josselyn's Wife (1918), Harriet and the Piper (1920), The Beloved Woman (1921), Beauty's Daughter (1935), adapted for the 1935 motion picture Navy Wife, Over at the Crowleys (1941), and The Maiden Voyage (1942).

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A novel by Kathleen Thompson Norris, who was an American novelist, and wife of fellow writer, Charles Norris whom she wed in 1909. She was educated in a special course in the University of California and wrote many popular romance novels that some considered sentimental and honest in their prose. Norris was the highest-paid female writer of her time, and many of her novels are held in high regard today. Many of her novels were set in California, particularly the San Francisco area. They feature detailed descriptions of the upperclass lifestyle. Her works include Mother (1911), The Rich Mrs. Burgoyne (1912), Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby (1913), The Treasure (1914), Saturday's Child (1914), The Heart of Rachael (1916), Martie the Unconquered (1917), Josselyn's Wife (1918), Harriet and the Piper (1920), The Beloved Woman (1921), Beauty's Daughter (1935), adapted for the 1935 motion picture Navy Wife, Over at the Crowleys (1941), and The Maiden Voyage (1942).