Chains : $b lesser novels and storiesDreiser, Theodore
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Chains : $b lesser novels and stories
Dreiser, Theodore
American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American
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CHAINS
[Illustration: CHAINS]
LESSER NOVELS AND STORIES BY
THEODORE DREISER
[Illustration: Decoration]
_New York_
BONI & LIVERIGHT
1927
_Copyright, 1927, by_
THEODORE DREISER
_Printed in the United States of America_
FOREWORD
The inevitabilities of our fate are: Love and hope, fear and death,
interwoven with our lacks, inhibitions, jealousies and greeds.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. SANCTUARY 9
II. THE HAND 43
III. CHAINS 64
IV. ST. COLUMBA AND THE RIVER 98
V. CONVENTION 133
VI. KHAT 156
VII. TYPHOON 181
VIII. THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD 219
IX. PHANTOM GOLD 248
X. MARRIAGE FOR ONE 286
XI. FULFILMENT 301
XII THE VICTOR 323
XIII. THE SHADOW 347
XIV THE “MERCY” OF GOD 371
XV. THE PRINCE WHO WAS A THIEF 392
CHAINS
I
SANCTUARY
I
Primarily, there were the conditions under which she was brought
to fifteen years of age: the crowded, scummy tenements; the narrow
green-painted halls with their dim gas-jets, making the entrance look
more like that of a morgue than a dwelling-place; the dirty halls and
rooms with their green or blue or brown walls painted to save the cost
of paper; the bare wooden floors, long since saturated with every type
of grease and filth from oleomargarine and suet leaked from cheap fats
or meats, to beer and whiskey and tobacco-juice. A little occasional
scrubbing by some would-be hygienic tenant was presumed to keep or make
clean some of the chambers and halls.
And then the streets outside—any of the streets by which she had ever
been surrounded—block upon block of other red, bare, commonplace
tenements crowded to the doors with human life, the space before
them sped over by noisy, gassy trucks and vehicles of all kinds. And
stifling in summer, dusty and icy in winter; decorated on occasion
by stray cats and dogs, pawing in ashcans, watched over by lordly
policemen, and always running with people, people, people—who made
their living heaven only knows how, existing in such a manner as their
surroundings suggested.
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