North and South (North and South Trilogy Part One)
Part one of the #1 New York Times bestselling North and South Trilogy—the Civil War saga that inspired the classic television miniseries North and South—with over five million copies sold!
“An entertaining…authentic dramatization of American history.”—The New York Times
From master storyteller John Jakes comes the epic story of two families—the Hazards and the Mains. Separated by vastly different ways of life, joined by the unbreakable bonds of true friendship, and torn asunder by a country on the brink of a bloody conflict that will irrevocably change them all…
With her. I’m sure her attitudes are the result of the influence of priests and nuns. How can anyone who lives eternally in a dark cell be quite—well—right? And one does hear the most frightful stories about what goes on in nunneries.” Sage nods greeted that statement. It was popular cant in the country just then, and exciting to believe. Isabel called on Constance the following afternoon. Her face reflected dismay as she said: “There is no easy way to tell you this, my dear. I tendered your.
River, hand in hand. “It’s so grand to have you here,” she said as they walked to the end of the pier and stood gazing at the black water ruffled by the wind. “Will you stay long?” “George says another week or so.” “That makes me very happy. But sad, too.” “Sad? Why?” “When I’m close to you—” She turned to face him. The distant torches put small, hard reflections in her eyes. Guests passed back and forth in front of the smoky lights, wraithlike. “Go on,” he said. “When we’re close, I must.
The partnership agreement between the Mains and George Hazard. For this work Cooper went to Ashton’s husband; Huntoon was expensive but expert. Cooper approved the twenty seven-page partnership document and gave it to Orry, who forwarded it to George. Several weeks later Orry said to his brother: “George tore up the agreement.” “Oh, Lord. Is he pulling out?” “No, nothing like that. He doesn’t think a contract’s necessary. He said the two of you shook hands.” “And on that basis he’ll trust me.
“Jesus, I love you, Brett. Always have—” “Let go of me!” “No, damn it.” He twisted onto his left hip, flung his right knee over her to pin her to the seat. The pressure of his fingers grew rougher. Through layers of cloth he hurt her nipple. Although she was terrified, she started to work her left hand out of the muslin glove. “Brett, you don’t belong with that sawed-off Yankee soldier. You need a man who’s big enough in every respect to give you what a woman—” With a shriek he jerked away.
Workers from the Hazard mill. Is economic slavery any less reprehensible than what you complain about?” George, too, was on his feet. “Wait a minute. Those mill workers—” “No, you wait. The North should clean up its own house before it starts pointing fingers. If there are problems in the South, Southerners will solve them.” “Doesn’t appear to me that you’re solving anything, my friend. And you get damn smug and feisty if anyone suggests you get cracking.” “We get feisty when Yankees suggest.