A Novel

The Moon and Sixpence

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The Moon and Sixpence

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The Moon and Sixpence

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01 Chapter I The Moon and Sixpence
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02 Chapter II 4
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03 Chapter III But all this is by the way.
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04 Chapter IV No one was kinder to me at that time than Rose Waterford. She combined a masculine intelligence
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05 Chapter V During the summer I met Mrs. Strickland not infrequently. I went now and then to pleasant little
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06 Chapter VI But when at last I met Charles Strickland, it was under circumstances which allowed me to do no
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07 Chapter VII The season was drawing to its dusty end, and everyone I knew was arranging to go away. Mrs.
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08 Chapter VIII On reading over what I have written of the Stricklands, I am conscious that they must seem
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09 Chapter IX "This is a terrible thing," he said, the moment we got out into the street.
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10 Chapter X A day or two later Mrs. Strickland sent me round a note asking if I could go and see her that
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11 Chapter XI During the journey I thought over my errand with misgiving. Now that I was free from the
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12 Chapter XII 23
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13 Chapter XIII I dare say it would have been more seemly to decline this proposal. I think perhaps I should have
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14 Chapter XIV During the journey back to England I thought much of Strickland. I tried to set in order what I had
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15 Chapter XV When I reached London I found waiting for me an urgent request that I should go to Mrs.
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16 Chapter XVI What followed showed that Mrs. Strickland was a woman of character. Whatever anguish she
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17 Chapter XVII 36
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18 Chapter XVIII 37
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19 Chapter XIX I had not announced my arrival to Stroeve, and when I rang the bell of his studio, on opening the
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20 Chapter XX Dirk Stroeve agreed to fetch me on the following evening and take me to the cafe at which
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21 Chapter XXI 44
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22 Chapter XXII I settled down in Paris and began to write a play. I led a very regular life, working in the morning,
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23 Chapter XXIII I saw Strickland not infrequently, and now and then played chess with him. He was of uncertain
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24 Chapter XXIV Shortly before Christmas Dirk Stroeve came to ask me to spend the holiday with him. He had a
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25 Chapter XXV Presently we left him. Dirk was going home to dinner, and I proposed to find a doctor and bring
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26 Chapter XXVI Next day we moved Strickland. It needed a good deal of firmness and still more patience to induce
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27 Chapter XXVII Two or three weeks passed. One morning, having come to a pause in my work, I thought I would
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28 Chapter XXVIII 60
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29 Chapter XXIX I kept silence for a little while, thinking of what Stroeve had told me. I could not stomach his
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30 Chapter XXX But the bed I made up for myself was sufficiently uncomfortable to give me a wakeful night, and I
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31 Chapter XXXI Next day, though I pressed him to remain, Stroeve left me. I offered to fetch his things from the
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32 Chapter XXXII 69
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33 Chapter XXXIII Two or three days later Dirk Stroeve called on me.
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34 Chapter XXXIV But though I was no less convinced than Stroeve that the connection between Strickland and
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35 Chapter XXXV I scarcely know how we got through that day. Stroeve could not bear to be alone, and I exhausted
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36 Chapter XXXVI The next week was dreadful. Stroeve went twice a day to the hospital to enquire after his wife,
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37 Chapter XXXVII The circumstances of Blanche Stroeve's death necessitated all manner of dreadful formalities, but
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38 Chapter XXXVIII I did not see him again for nearly a week. Then he fetched me soon after seven one evening and
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39 Chapter XXXIX When I left him, after we had buried poor Blanche, Stroeve walked into the house with a heavy
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40 Chapter XL For the next month, occupied with my own affairs, I saw no one connected with this lamentable
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41 Chapter XLI We arrived at the house in which I lived. I would not ask him to come in with me, but walked up
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42 Chapter XLII 88
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43 Chapter XLIII Looking back, I realise that what I have written about Charles Strickland must seem very
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44 Chapter XLIV A certain importance attaches to the views on art of painters, and this is the natural place for me to
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45 Chapter XLV I have said already that but for the hazard of a journey to Tahiti I should doubtless never have
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46 Chapter XLVI HAD not been in Tahiti long before I met Captain Nichols. He came in one morning when I was
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47 Chapter XLVII 98
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48 Chapter XLVIII It is here that I purposed to end my book. My first idea was to begin it with the account of
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49 Chapter XLIX I lived at the Hotel de la Fleur, and Mrs. Johnson, the proprietress, had a sad story to tell of lost
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50 Chapter L I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain
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51 Chapter LII Tiare, when I told her this story, praised my prudence, and for a few minutes we worked in silence,
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52 Chapter LII I suppose the next three years were the happiest of Strickland's life. Ata's house stood about eight
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53 Chapter LIII Tenez, voila le Capitaine Brunot," said Tiare, one day when I was fitting together what she could
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54 Chapter LIV As we walked along I reflected on a circumstance which all that I had lately heard about Strickland
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55 Chapter LV Mr. Coutras was an old Frenchman of great stature and exceeding bulk. His body was shaped like
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56 Chapter LVI Then two years more went by, or perhaps three, for time passes imperceptibly in Tahiti, and it is
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57 Chapter LVII AT that moment we were interrupted by the appearance of Madame Coutras, who had been paying
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58 Chapter LVIII The time came for my departure from Tahiti. According to the gracious custom of the island,
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