Watch and ward / James, Henry
| dc.contributor | Royster, Paul Library of America New York |
| dc.contributor.author | James, Henry, 1843-1916 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-19T14:59:09Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-19T14:59:09Z |
| dc.date.created | 1871 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-06-08 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1810 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/1810 |
| dc.description.abstract | James, Henry, 1843-1916. -- Watch and ward. -- New York : Library of America, [1983] |
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| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Use of this resource is restricted in some manner. Usually this means that it is available for non-commercial use only with prior permission of the depositor and on condition that this header is included in its entirety with any copy distributed. |
| dc.rights.uri | https://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/licence-ota |
| dc.rights.label | ACA |
| dc.subject.lcsh | American literature -- 19th century |
| dc.subject.other | Novels |
| dc.title | Watch and ward / James, Henry |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 374947 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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<text> <front> <titlePage> <docTitle><titlePart type=main>Watch and Ward <byLine>by <docAuthor>Henry James</docAuthor></byLine> <docImprint>Library of America, 1983</docImprint> </titlePage> </front> <body> <DIV0 TYPE="chapter" N="CI"> <HEAD>Chapter I</HEAD> <p>Roger Lawrence had come to town for the express purpose of doing a certain act, but as the hour for action approached he felt his ardor rapidly ebbing away. Of the ardor that comes from hope, indeed, he had felt little from the first; so little that as he whirled along in the train he wondered to find himself engaged in this fool's errand. But in default of hope he was sustained, I may almost say, by despair. He would fail, he was sure, but he must fail again before he could rest. Meanwhile he was restless enough. In the evening, at his hotel, having roamed aimlessly about the streets for a couple of hours in the dark December cold, he went up to his room and dressed, with a painful sense of having but pa . . .
