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- Author: Joel Chandler Harris
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2015
- Pages: 104
- ISBN-10: 1515268950
- ISBN-13: 9781515268956
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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"Cephas! here is a letter for you, and it is from Shady Dale! I know you will be happy now." For several years Sophia had listened calmly to my glowing descriptions of Shady Dale and the people there. She was patient, but I could see by the way she sometimes raised her eyebrows that she was a trifle suspicious of my judgment, and that she thought my opinions were unduly coloured by my feelings. Once she went so far as to suggest that I was all the time looking at the home people through the eyes of boyhood-eyes that do not always see accurately. She had said, moreover, that if I were to return to Shady Dale, I would find that the friends of my boyhood were in no way different from the people I meet every day. This was absurd, of course-or, rather, it would have been absurd for any one else to make the suggestion; for at that particular time, Sophia was a trifle jealous of Shady Dale and its people. Nevertheless, she was really patient.
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- Author: Joel Chandler Harris
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2015
- Pages: 104
- ISBN-10: 1515268950
- ISBN-13: 9781515268956
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
"Cephas! here is a letter for you, and it is from Shady Dale! I know you will be happy now." For several years Sophia had listened calmly to my glowing descriptions of Shady Dale and the people there. She was patient, but I could see by the way she sometimes raised her eyebrows that she was a trifle suspicious of my judgment, and that she thought my opinions were unduly coloured by my feelings. Once she went so far as to suggest that I was all the time looking at the home people through the eyes of boyhood-eyes that do not always see accurately. She had said, moreover, that if I were to return to Shady Dale, I would find that the friends of my boyhood were in no way different from the people I meet every day. This was absurd, of course-or, rather, it would have been absurd for any one else to make the suggestion; for at that particular time, Sophia was a trifle jealous of Shady Dale and its people. Nevertheless, she was really patient.
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