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- Author: Mary Hallock Foote
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1717256872
- ISBN-13: 9781717256874
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Nicky Dyer and the schoolmistress sat upon the slope of a hill, one of a low range overlooking an arid Californian valley. These sunburnt slopes were traversed by many narrow footpaths, descending, ascending, winding among the tangle of poison-oak and wild-rose bushes, leading from the miners' cabins to the shaft-houses and tunnels of the mine which gave to the hills their only importance. Nicky was a stout Cornish lad of thirteen, with large light eyes that seemed mildly to protest against the sportive relation which a broad, freckled, turned-up nose bore to the rest of his countenance; he was doing nothing in particular, and did it as if he were used to it. The schoolmistress sat with her skirts tucked round her ankles, the heels of her stout little boots driven well into the dry, gritty soil. There was in her attitude the tension of some slight habitual strain-perhaps of endurance-as she leaned forward, her arms stretched straight before her, with her delicate fingers interlocked.
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- Author: Mary Hallock Foote
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1717256872
- ISBN-13: 9781717256874
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Nicky Dyer and the schoolmistress sat upon the slope of a hill, one of a low range overlooking an arid Californian valley. These sunburnt slopes were traversed by many narrow footpaths, descending, ascending, winding among the tangle of poison-oak and wild-rose bushes, leading from the miners' cabins to the shaft-houses and tunnels of the mine which gave to the hills their only importance. Nicky was a stout Cornish lad of thirteen, with large light eyes that seemed mildly to protest against the sportive relation which a broad, freckled, turned-up nose bore to the rest of his countenance; he was doing nothing in particular, and did it as if he were used to it. The schoolmistress sat with her skirts tucked round her ankles, the heels of her stout little boots driven well into the dry, gritty soil. There was in her attitude the tension of some slight habitual strain-perhaps of endurance-as she leaned forward, her arms stretched straight before her, with her delicate fingers interlocked.
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