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- Author: Charles Dickens
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1717514111
- ISBN-13: 9781717514110
- Format: 17.8 x 25.4 x 4 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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What an interesting story of Charles Dickens, please read on....Thirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day. A blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern France then, than at any other time, before or since. Everything in Marseilles, and about Marseilles, had stared at the fervid sky, and been stared at in return, until a staring habit had become universal there. Strangers were stared out of countenance by staring white houses, staring white walls, staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt away. The only things to be seen not fixedly staring and glaring were the vines drooping under their load of grapes. These did occasionally wink a little, as the hot air barely moved their faint leaves.
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- Author: Charles Dickens
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1717514111
- ISBN-13: 9781717514110
- Format: 17.8 x 25.4 x 4 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
What an interesting story of Charles Dickens, please read on....Thirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day. A blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern France then, than at any other time, before or since. Everything in Marseilles, and about Marseilles, had stared at the fervid sky, and been stared at in return, until a staring habit had become universal there. Strangers were stared out of countenance by staring white houses, staring white walls, staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt away. The only things to be seen not fixedly staring and glaring were the vines drooping under their load of grapes. These did occasionally wink a little, as the hot air barely moved their faint leaves.
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