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Callaghan sees nothing but the latrine and insists blatantly that you see nothing else also. More specifically, the Prince Edward Island depicted in this novel does not enjoy the comforts, pleasures, or securities of the Prince Edward Island depicted in Anne of Green Gables. For more on how the Emily trilogy negotiates the tension between pine woods and pigsties in inter-war Canadian fiction, see Pike. How can A Tangled Web be read here, particularly given the tangled web as both an allusion to Sir Walter Scott, a canonical male author of the nineteenth century, and as a central metaphor in the modernist writings of Woolf, West, and Barnes?

She offers few additional details to Weber: In a later letter, she offers a brief update: Some parts of it are good. I got plain mad finally and told them to call it any darned thing they wanted to!! MacMillan My Dear Mr. I intend to speak my mind to Stokes.

I [do] not think they have been doing what they might for my books [these] past five years. Montgom- ery Collection of the University of Guelph archives, fills in at least part of this gap. Stokes, president of the Frederick A. Our last copies were turned over to Messrs. Further correspondence from Miss T.

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Young women in the bloom of youth and romance should be sacred from humor. A Tangled Web reverses or rejects all of these specific analyses, which have led to generalizations about how her entire body of work is read.

Montgomery modifies this definition of heteroglos- sia, which Bakhtin sees as part of double-voiced discourse. Sheckels Jr. Laura M. All the characters in the novel are shown to be not only flawed and prejudiced but also in some ways dissatisfied with their modern lives; whether they are described as bored or angry or stagnant or spiteful or impatient, this dissatisfaction frequently stems from some public or private trauma of the past that prevents them from moving forward.

In the opening sequence of the novel, Aunt Becky stuns her entire extended family by announcing that the next owner of the jug will be decided by the contents of a sealed enve- lope that will not be opened until a set date beyond her death.

Although Aunt Becky dominates over her entire extended family within a larger patriarchal system, the phony obituary she reads to her shocked relatives indicates the limits of—or her own dissatisfactions with—this power: Sometimes she was mean, treacherous and greedy.

Sometimes she was generous, faithful and unselfish. In short, she was an average person who had lived as long as anybody should live. Aunt Becky dies in the first third of the novel, and while it would seem that her disruptive position as matriarch within a patriarchal system is likewise put to rest, the consequences of her final actions reverberate long after her death.

As if on cue, she falls in love at a glance with Peter Penhallow, who reciprocates her feel- ings in a series of comic, exaggerated exchanges. At the end of a conversation where their bickering escalates to the point of no return, they part after the following exchange: Donna opened the car door and sprang out, her eyes blazing in the pale starlight.

Donna had never sworn in her life before. Peter committed the only sin a woman cannot forgive.

He took her at her word. It was whispered breathlessly that she wore pajamas and smoked cigarettes. Aunt Becky saw a snakey hipless thing with a shingle bob and long barbaric earrings. A silky, sophisticated creature in a smart black satin dress who instantly made every other girl in the room seem outmoded and Victorian. But Aunt Becky took her measure on the spot. Well, there were girls that chased the boys in my time, too. Nan, with her subtle, mysterious face, her ashgold hair, her strange liquid emerald eyes, her thin red lips, who was not now really half as pretty as Gay but had odd exotic charms unknown to Rose River.

She wanted to be smart and up-to-date and sophisti- cated like Nan. Anne, Emily, Rilla, and Pat all have only one serious suitor; although all four narratives delay their romantic resolution in different ways, all four women eventually end up with men they were obviously destined to marry, despite brief infatuations or substantial relationships with other men along the way. Spanish blood, you know…. Joscelyn had discovered that Hugh had another wife.

Hugh had never insightful talked much about them. But at the last he broke down and confessed. It was certain some Dark was its father. Perhaps Hugh— particularly Naturally, it made a dreadful scandal and sensation. However, contrary to what may be expected of the author of Anne of attention to the Green Gables, the novel does not end with a romantic resolution per se.

Indeed, the four major romantic threads are all tied together before the way stories can fate of the jug is revealed, indicating that none of these romance plots are the main tension to be resolved. In this final scene, Big Sam agrees to return home and to learn to telling them. I offer this possibility not in an attempt to legitimize the inclusion of the racist term in the novel but as a way of linking this final moment to other instances of narrow-minded- ness or prejudice that seem less offensive by comparison.

Ultimately, by destroying the jug in the climactic scene of the novel, Montgomery hints that the link to the past world must be broken and that the modern world should look forward, not backward. Following the uneven success of A Tangled Web, Montgomery returned to writing about childhood and courtship, but these later novels still retain traces of some of the anxieties brought forth to the public in this unique novel.

The resultant genealogical tangle baffled everybody except Uncle Pippin. There was really nobody for a Dark to marry except a Pen hallow and nobody for a Pen hallow to marry except a Dark. Once, it had been said, they wouldn't take anybody else. Now, nobody else would take them.

At least, so Uncle Pippin said. But it was necessary to take Uncle Pippin's speeches with a large pinch of salt. Neither the Darks nor the Pen hallows were gone to seed as far as that. They were still a proud, vigorous, and virile clan who hacked and hewed among themselves but presented an unbroken front to any alien or hostile force. The whole thing flashed across him. He had been tricked, foiled, and outwitted! The old Canterville look came into his eyes; he ground his toothless gums together; and, raising his withered hands high above his head, swore, according to the picturesque phraseology of the antique school, that when Chanticleer had sounded twice his merry horn, deeds of blood would be wrought, and Murder walk abroad with silent feet.

He laughed a long, low, bitter laugh, and waited. Hour after hour he waited, but the cock, for some strange reason, did not crow again. Finally, at half-past seven, the arrival of the housemaids made him give up his fearful vigil, and he stalked back to his room, thinking of his vain oath and baffled purpose. There he consulted several books of ancient chivalry, of which he was exceedingly fond, and found that, on every occasion on which his oath had been used, Chanticleer had always crowed a second time.

IV The next day the ghost was very weak and tired. The terrible excitement of the last four weeks was beginning to have its effect. His nerves were completely shattered, and he started at the slightest noise.

For five days he kept his room, and at last made up his mind to give up the point of the blood-stain on the library floor. If the Otis family did not want it, they clearly did not deserve it. They were evidently people on a low, material plane of existence, and quite incapable of appreciating the symbolic value of sensuous phenomena.

The question of phantasmic apparitions, and the development of astral bodies, was of course quite a different matter, and really not under his control. It was his solemn duty to appear in the corridor once a week, and to gibber from the large oriel window on the first and third Wednesdays in every month, and he did not see how he could honourably escape from his obligations.

It is quite true that his life had been very evil, but, upon the other hand, he was most conscientious in all things connected with the supernatural. For the next three Saturdays, accordingly, he traversed the corridor as usual between midnight and three o'clock, taking every possible precaution against being either heard or seen.

He removed his boots, trod as lightly as possible on the old worm-eaten boards, wore a large black velvet cloak, and was careful to use the Rising Sun Lubricator for oiling his chains. I am bound to acknowledge that it was with a good deal of difficulty that he brought himself to adopt this last mode of protection.

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However, one night, while the family were at dinner, he slipped into Mr. Otis's bedroom and carried off the bottle.

He felt a little humiliated at first, but afterwards was sensible enough to see that there was a great deal to be said for the invention, and, to a certain degree, it served his purpose.

Still, in spite of everything, he was not left unmolested. Strings were continually being stretched across the corridor, over which he tripped in the dark, and on one occasion, while dressed for the part of 'Black Isaac, or the Huntsman of Hogley Woods,' he met with a severe fall, through treading on a butter-slide, which the twins had constructed from the entrance of the Tapestry Chamber to the top of the oak staircase.

This last insult so enraged him, that he resolved to make one final effort to assert his dignity and social position, and determined to visit the insolent young Etonians the next night in his celebrated character of 'Reckless Rupert, or the Headless Earl. Poor Jack was afterwards shot in a duel by Lord Canterville on Wandsworth Common, and Lady Barbara died of a broken heart at Tunbridge Wells before the year was out, so, in every way, it had been a great success.

It was, however, an extremely dimcult 'make-up,' if I may use such a theatrical expression in connection with one of the greatest mysteries of the supernatural, or, to employ a more scientific term, the higher-natural world, and it took him fully three hours to make his preparations.

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At last everything was ready, and he was very pleased with his appearance. The big leather riding-boots that went with the dress were just a little too large for him, and he could only find one of the two horse-pistols, but, on the whole, he was quite satisfied, and at a quarter past one he glided out of the wainscoting and crept down the corridor. On reaching the room occupied by the twins, which I should mention was called the Blue Bed Chamber, on account of the colour of its hangings, he found the door just ajar.

Wishing to make an effective entrance, he flung it wide open, when a heavy jug of water fell right down on him, wetting him to the skin, and just missing his left shoulder by a couple of inches. At the same moment he heard stifled shrieks of laughter proceeding from the four-post bed.

The shock to his nervous system was so great that he fled back to his room as hard as he could go, and the next day he was laid up with a severe cold. The only thing that at all consoled him in the whole affair was the fact that he had not brought his head with him, for, had he done so, the consequences might have been very serious.

The final blow he received occurred on the 19th of September. He had gone downstairs to the great entrance-hall, feeling sure that there, at any rate, he would be quite unmolested, and was amusing himself by making satirical remarks on the large Saroni photographs of the United States Minister and his wife, which had now taken the place of the Canterville family pictures.

He was simply but neatly clad in a long shroud, spotted with churchyard mould, had tied up his jaw with a strip of yellow linen, and carried a small lantern and a sexton's spade.

In fact, he was dressed for the character of 'Jonas the Graveless, or the Corpse-Snatcher of Chertsey Barn,' one of his most remarkable impersonations, and one which the Cantervilles had every reason to remember, as it was the real origin of their quarrel with their neighbour, Lord Rufford.

It was about a quarter past two o'clock in the morning, and, as far as he could ascertain, no one was stirring. As he was stroiling towards the library, however, to see if there were any traces left of the bloodstain, suddenly there leaped out on him from a dark corner two figures, who waved their arms wildly above their heads, and shrieked out 'BOO!

Seized with a panic, which, under the circumstances, was only natural, he rushed for the staircase, but found Washington Otis waiting for him there with the big garden-syringe; and being thus hemmed in by his enemies on every side, and driven almost to bay, he vanished into the great iron stove, which, fortunately for him, was not lit, and had to make his way home through the flues and chimneys, arriving at his own room in a terrible state of dirt, disorder, and despair.

After this he was not seen again on any nocturnal expedition. The twins lay in wait for him on several occasions, and strewed the passages with nutshells every night to the great annoyance of their parents and the servants, but it was of no avail.

It was quite evident that his feelings were so wounded that he would not appear. Otis consequently resumed his great work on the history of the Democratic Party, on which he had been engaged for some years; Mrs.

Otis organised a wonderful clam-bake, which amazed the whole county; the boys took to lacrosse, euchre, poker, and other American national games; and Virginia rode about the lanes on her pony, accompanied by the young Duke of Cheshire, who had come to spend the last week of his holidays at Canterville Chase. It was generally assumed that the ghost had gone away, and, in fact, Mr.

Otis wrote a letter to that effect to Lord Canterville, who, in reply, expressed his great pleasure at the news, and sent his best congratulations to the Minister's worthy wife. The ghost, then, was naturally very anxious to show that he had not lost his influence over the Stiltons, with whom, indeed, he was distantly connected, his own first cousin having been married en secondes noces, the Sieur de Bulkeley, from whom, as every one knows, the Dukes of Cheshire are lineally descended.

Accordingly, he made arrangements for appearing to Virginia's little lover in his celebrated impersonation of 'The Vampire Monk, or, the Bloodless Benedictine,' a performance so horrible that when old Lady Startup saw it, which she did on one fatal New Year's Eve, in the year , she went off into the most piercing shrieks, which culminated in violent apoplexy, and died in three days, after disinheriting the Cantervilles, who were her nearest relations, and leaving all her money to her London apothecary.

At the last moment, however, his terror of the twins prevented his leaving his room, and the little Duke slept in peace under the great feathered canopy in the Royal Bedchamber, and dreamed of Virginia.

V A few days after this, Virginia and her curly-haired cavalier went out riding on Brockley meadows, where she tore her habit so badly in getting through a hedge, that, on their return home, she made up her mind to go up by the back staircase so as not to be seen. As she was running past the Tapestry Chamber, the door of which happened to be open, she fancied she saw some one inside, and thinking it was her mother's maid, who sometimes used to bring her work there, looked in to ask her to mend her habit.

To her immense surprise, however, it was the Canterville Ghost himself! He was sitting by the window, watching the ruined gold of the yellowing trees fly through the air, and the red leaves dancing madly down the long avenue.

His head was leaning on his hand, and his whole attitude was one of extreme depression.

Indeed, so forlorn, and so much out of repair did he look, that little Virginia, whose first idea had been to run away and lock herself in her room, was filled with pity, and determined to try and comfort him. So light was her footfall, and so deep his melancholy, that he was not aware of her presence till she spoke to him. I must rattle my chains, and groan through keyholes, and walk about at night, if that is what you mean.

It is my only reason for existing.

Umney told us, the first day we arrived here, that you had killed your wife. My wife was very plain, never had my ruffs properly starched, and knew nothing about cookery. Why, there was a buck I had shot in Hogley Woods, a magnificent pricket, and do you know how she had it sent up to table? However, it is no matter now, for it is all over, and I don't think it was very nice of her brothers to starve me to death, though I did kill her.

Oh, Mr. Ghost, I mean Sir Simon, are you hungry? I have a sandwich in my case. Would you like it? First you took all my reds, including the vermilion, and I couldn't do any more sunsets, then you took the emerald-green and the chrome-yellow, and finally I had nothing left but indigo and Chinese white, and could only do moonlight scenes, which are always depressing to look at, and not at all easy to paint.

I never told on you, though I was very much annoyed, and it was most ridiculous, the whole thing; for who ever heard of emerald-green blood? It is a very difficult thing to get real blood nowadays, and, as your brother began it all with his Paragon Detergent, I certainly saw no reason why I should not have your paints.

As for colour, that is always a matter of taste: the Cantervilles have blue blood, for instance, the very bluest in England; but I know you Americans don't care for things of this kind. My father will be only too happy to give you a free passage, and though there is a heavy duty on spirits of every kind, there will be no difficulty about the Custom House, as the officers are all Democrats.

Once in New York, you are sure to be a great success. I know lots of people there who would give a hundred thousand dollars to have a grandfather, and much more than that to have a family ghost.

I want to go to sleep and I cannot. You have merely to go to bed and blow out the candle. It is very difficult sometimes to keep awake, especially at church, but there is no difficulty at all about sleeping. Why, even babies know how to do that, and they are not very clever.

She came towards him, and kneeling down at his side, looked up into his old withered face. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence.

To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of Death's house, for Love is always with you, and Love is stronger than Death is. She felt as if she was in a terrible dream. Then the Ghost spoke again, and his voice sounded like the sighing of the wind. It is painted in curious black letters, and it is difficult to read.

There are only six lines: Whan a golden girl can win Prayer from out the lips of sin, When the barren almond bears, And a little child give away its tears, Then shall all the house be still And peace come to Canterville. But I don't know what they mean.

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You will see fearful shapes in darkness, and wicked voices will whisper in your ear, but they will not harm you, for against the purity of a little child the powers of Hell cannot prevail. Suddenly she stood up, very pale, and with a strange light in her eyes. His fingers were as cold as ice, and his lips burned like fire, but Virginia did not falter, as he led her across the dusky room. On the faded green tapestry were broidered little huntsmen. They blew their tasselled horns and with their tiny hands waved to her to go back.

Horrible animals with lizard tails, and goggle eyes, blinked at her from the carven chimney-piece, and murmured 'Beware! When they reached the end of the room he stopped, and muttered some words she could not understand. She opened her eyes, and saw the wall slowly fading away like a mist, and a great black cavern in front of her. A bitter cold wind swept round them, and she felt something pulling at her dress.

Otis sent up one of the footmen to tell her. After a little time he returned and said that he could not find Miss Virginia anywhere. As she was in the habit of going out to the garden every evening to get flowers for the dinner-table, Mrs.

Otis was not at all alarmed at first, but when six o'clock struck, and Virginia did not appear, she became really agitated, and sent the boys out to look for her, while she herself and Mr.

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Otis searched every room in the house. At half past six the boys came back and said that they could find no trace of their sister anywhere. They were all now in the greatest state of excitement, and did not know what to do, when Mr. Otis suddenly remembered that, some few days before, he had given a band of gipsies permission to camp in the park.

He accordingly at once set off for Blackfell Hollow, where he knew they were, accompanied by his eldest son and two of the farm-servants. The little Duke of Cheshire, who was perfectly frantic with anxiety, begged hard to be allowed to go too, but Mr.

Otis would not allow him, as he was afraid there might be a scuffle. On arriving at the spot, however, he found that the gipsies had gone, and it was evident that their departure had been rather sudden, as the fire was still burning, and some plates were lying on the grass. Having sent off Washington and the two men to scour the district, he ran home, and despatched telegrams to all the police inspectors in the county, telling them to look out for a little girl who had been kidnapped by tramps or gipsies.

He then ordered his horse to be brought round, and, after insisting on his wife and the three boys sitting down to dinner, rode off down the Ascot road with a groom.

He had hardly, however, gone a couple of miles, when he heard somebody galloping after him, and, looking round, saw the little Duke coming up on his pony, with his face very flushed and no hat.

Otis,' gasped out the boy, 'but I can't eat any dinner as long as Virginia is lost. Please, don't be angry with me; if you had let us be engaged last year, there would never have been all this trouble.Sir Simon survived her nine years, and disappeared suddenly under very mysterious circumstances. Montgomery, L. Rubio, Mary Henley.

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