The book Ragged Lady — volume 1 was written by author Howells, William Dean, 1837-1920 Here you can read free online of Ragged Lady — volume 1 book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is Ragged Lady — volume 1 a good or bad book?
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The line of march was by one road to Middlemount Centre, where the prizewas to be awarded at the judges' stand, and then the coaches were toescort the triumphant vehicle homeward by another route, so as to pass asmany houses on the way as possible. It was a curious expression of thecarnival spirit in a region immemorially starved of beauty in the livesof its people; and whatever was the origin of the mountain coachingparade, or from whatever impulse of sentimentality or advertising itcame, the ...effect was of undeniable splendor, and of phantasmagoricstrangeness. Gregory watched its progress from a hill-side pasture as it trailedslowly along the rising and falling road. The songs of the young girls, interrupted by the explosion of hotel slogans and college cries from theyoung men, floated off to him on the thin breeze of the cloudless Augustmorning, like the hymns and shouts of a saturnalian rout going in holidayprocessional to sacrifice to their gods. Words of fierce Hebrew poetryburned in his thought; the warnings and the accusals and thecondemnations of the angry prophets; and he stood rapt from his own timeand place in a dream of days when the Most High stooped to commune faceto face with His ministers, while the young voices of those forgetful orignorant of Him, called to his own youth, and the garlanded chariots, with their banners and their streamers passed on the road beneath him andout of sight in the shadow of the woods beyond.
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