{"product_id":"2940013499225","title":"THE BENT TWIG","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOOK I\u003cbr\u003e_IN ARCADIA_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI SYLVIA'S HOME\u003cbr\u003eII THE MARSHALLS' FRIENDS\u003cbr\u003eIII BROTHER AND SISTER\u003cbr\u003eIV EVERY ONE'S OPINION OF EVERY ONE ELSE\u003cbr\u003eV SOMETHING ABOUT HUSBANDS\u003cbr\u003eVI THE SIGHTS OF LA CHANCE\u003cbr\u003eVII \"WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF-EVIDENT ...\"\u003cbr\u003eVIII SABOTAGE\u003cbr\u003eIX THE END OF CHILDHOOD\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOOK II\u003cbr\u003e_A FALSE START TO ATHENS_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eX SYLVIA'S FIRST GLIMPSE OF MODERN CIVILIZATION\u003cbr\u003eXI ARNOLD'S FUTURE Is CASUALLY DECIDED\u003cbr\u003eXII ONE MAN'S MEAT\u003cbr\u003eXIII AN INSTRUMENT IN TUNE\u003cbr\u003eXIV HIGHER EDUCATION\u003cbr\u003eXV MRS. DRAPER BLOWS THE COALS\u003cbr\u003eXVI PLAYING WITH MATCHES\u003cbr\u003eXVII MRS. MARSHALL STICKS TO HER PRINCIPLES\u003cbr\u003eXVIII SYLVIA SKATES MERRILY ON THIN ICE\u003cbr\u003eXIX AS A BIRD OUT OF A SNARE\u003cbr\u003eXX \"BLOW, WIND; SWELL, BILLOW; AND SWIM, BARK!\"\u003cbr\u003eXXI SOME YEARS DURING WHICH NOTHING HAPPENS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOOK III\u003cbr\u003e_IN CAPUA AT LAST_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXII A GRATEFUL CARTHAGINIAN\u003cbr\u003eXXIII MORE TALK BETWEEN YOUNG MODERNS\u003cbr\u003eXXIV ANOTHER BRAND OF MODERN TALK\u003cbr\u003eXXV NOTHING IN THE LEAST MODERN\u003cbr\u003eXXVI MOLLY IN HER ELEMENT\u003cbr\u003eXXVII BETWEEN WINDWARD AND HEMLOCK MOUNTAINS\u003cbr\u003eXXVIII SYLVIA ASKS HERSELF \"WHY NOT?\"\u003cbr\u003eXXIX A HYPOTHETICAL LIVELIHOOD\u003cbr\u003eXXX ARNOLD CONTINUES TO DODGE THE RENAISSANCE\u003cbr\u003eXXXI SYLVIA MEETS WITH PITY\u003cbr\u003eXXXII MUCH ADO\u003cbr\u003eXXXIII \"WHOM GOD HATH JOINED...\"\u003cbr\u003eXXXIV SYLVIA TELLS THE TRUTH\u003cbr\u003eXXXV \"A MILESTONE PASSED, THE ROAD SEEMS CLEAR\"\u003cbr\u003eXXXVI THE ROAD IS NOT SO CLEAR\u003cbr\u003eXXXVII \"... _His wife and children perceiving it, began\u003cbr\u003e        to cry after him to return; but the man put his\u003cbr\u003e        fingers in his ears and ran on, crying, 'Life!\u003cbr\u003e        Life Eternal_!'\"\u003cbr\u003eXXXVIII SYLVIA COMES TO THE WICKET GATE\u003cbr\u003eXXXIX SYLVIA DRIFTS WITH THE MAJORITY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOOK IV\u003cbr\u003e_THE STRAIT PATH_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXL A CALL FROM HOME\u003cbr\u003eXLI HOME AGAIN\u003cbr\u003eXLII \"_Strange that we creatures of the petty ways,\u003cbr\u003e       Poor prisoners behind these fleshly bars,\u003cbr\u003e       Can sometimes think us thoughts with God ablaze,\u003cbr\u003e       Touching the fringes of the outer stars_\"\u003cbr\u003eXLIII \"_Call now; is there any that will answer thee_?\"\u003cbr\u003eXLIV \"_A bruised reed will He not break, and a dimly\u003cbr\u003e       burning wick will He not quench_\"\u003cbr\u003eXLV \"_That our soul may swim\u003cbr\u003e      We sink our heart down, bubbling, under wave_\"\u003cbr\u003eXLVI A LONG TALK WITH ARNOLD\u003cbr\u003eXLVII \"...AND ALL THE TRUMPETS SOUNDED!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE BENT TWIG\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOOK I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e_IN ARCADIA_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSYLVIA'S HOME\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLike most happy childhoods, Sylvia's early years lay back of her in a\u003cbr\u003elong, cheerful procession of featureless days, the outlines of which\u003cbr\u003ewere blurred into one shimmering glow by the very radiance of their\u003cbr\u003esunshine. Here and there she remembered patches, sensations, pictures,\u003cbr\u003escents: Mother holding baby sister up for her to kiss, and the\u003cbr\u003efragrance of the baby powder--the pine-trees near the house chanting\u003cbr\u003eloudly in an autumn wind--her father's alert face, intent on the\u003cbr\u003etoy water-wheel he was setting for her in the little creek in their\u003cbr\u003efield--the beautiful sheen of the pink silk dress Aunt Victoria had\u003cbr\u003esent her--the look of her mother's steady, grave eyes when she was so\u003cbr\u003esick--the leathery smell of the books in the University Library\u003cbr\u003eone day when she followed her father there--the sound of the rain\u003cbr\u003epattering on the low, slanting roof of her bedroom--these were the\u003cbr\u003eoccasional clearly outlined, bright-colored illuminations wrought on\u003cbr\u003ethe burnished gold of her sunny little life. But from her seventh\u003cbr\u003ebirthday her memories began to have perspective, continuity. She\u003cbr\u003eremembered an occasional whole scene, a whole afternoon, just as it\u003cbr\u003ehappened.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe first of these must have marked the passing of some unrecognized\u003cbr\u003emental milestone, for there was nothing about it to set it apart from\u003cbr\u003eany one of a hundred afternoons. It may have been the first time she\u003cbr\u003elooked at what was about her, and saw it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMother was putting the baby to bed for his nap--not the\u003cbr\u003ebaby-sister--she was a big girl of five by this time, but another\u003cbr\u003ebaby, a little year-old brother, with blue eyes and yellow hair,\u003cbr\u003einstead of brown eyes and hair like his two sisters'. And when Mother\u003cbr\u003estooped over the little bed, her white fichu fell forward and Sylvia\u003cbr\u003eleaned to hold it back from the baby's face, a bit of thoughtfulness\u003cbr\u003ewhich had a rich reward in a smile of thanks from Mother. That was\u003cbr\u003ewhat began the remembered afternoon. Mother's smiles were golden coin,\u003cbr\u003enot squandered on every occasion. Then, she and Mother and Judith\u003cbr\u003etiptoed out of the bedroom into Mother's room and there stood Father,\u003cbr\u003ewith his University clothes on and yet his hair rather rumpled up, as\u003cbr\u003ethough he had been teaching very hard.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47073830502640,"sku":"2940013499225","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013499225_p0.jpg?v=1763582015","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013499225","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}