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Adina

Adina

James, Henry

Paperback

Classic FictionHistorical FictionLiterary Fiction

ISBN10: 1419104772
ISBN13: 9781419104770
Publisher: Kessinger Pub Llc
Published: Jun 17 2004
Pages: 48
Weight: 0.22
Height: 0.10 Width: 7.50 Depth: 9.25
Language: English
Adina is a novel written by the renowned American author Henry James. The story follows the life of a young woman named Adina Waurick, who lives in a small German town with her mother and brother. Adina is a beautiful and intelligent woman, but she is also fiercely independent and rebellious, which often puts her at odds with the conservative society around her.Adina's life takes a dramatic turn when she falls in love with a young American artist named George Flack, who is visiting the town. Despite their different backgrounds and social status, Adina and George are drawn to each other, and they embark on a passionate affair.However, their relationship is not without its challenges, as Adina's mother and brother disapprove of George, and the town's conservative residents are scandalized by their unconventional behavior. As their relationship becomes increasingly complicated, Adina must decide whether to follow her heart or conform to the expectations of society.Adina is a complex and nuanced exploration of love, identity, and the tensions between tradition and modernity. James's masterful prose and keen psychological insight make this novel a timeless classic of American literature.The days passed by and Angelo's revenge still hung fire. Scrope never met his fate at a short turning of one of the dusky Roman streets; he came in punctually every evening at eleven o'clock. I wondered whether our brooding friend had already spent the sinister force of a nature formed to be lazily contented. I hoped so, but I was wrong. We had gone to walk one afternoon, ----the ladies, Scrope and I, ----in the charming Villa Borghese, and, to escape from the rattle of the fashionable world and it's distraction, we had wandered away to an unfrequented corner where the old mouldering wall and the slim black cypresses and the untrodden grass made, beneath the splendid Roman sky, the most harmonious of pictures.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original wor

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