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- Author: Alice Muriel Williamson
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1437118798
- ISBN-13: 9781437118797
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Excerpt from My Lady Cinderella
To-day I had meant to be a happy day. But, after all, I was miserable. I would have given a great deal to be almost anywhere else - yes, even at home in Cousin Sarah East's villa in Peckham.
I had never thought of myself as a vain girl; but I suppose it was a morbid sort of vanity that induced so keen a pang of shamed distress on this glorious June day in the Park.
Anne Bryden, who had brought me, and proudly paid for the chairs to which we had found our way through the crowd, looked serenely blissful. She was not one whit depressed by the fact that she and I were the only ugly ducklings in this dazzling array of swans. Forgotten was her rusty black frock, with the cheap, pathetic jet trimming on the bodice; her last year's hat, with its faded pink roses, had practically ceased to exist.
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- Author: Alice Muriel Williamson
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1437118798
- ISBN-13: 9781437118797
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Excerpt from My Lady Cinderella
To-day I had meant to be a happy day. But, after all, I was miserable. I would have given a great deal to be almost anywhere else - yes, even at home in Cousin Sarah East's villa in Peckham.
I had never thought of myself as a vain girl; but I suppose it was a morbid sort of vanity that induced so keen a pang of shamed distress on this glorious June day in the Park.
Anne Bryden, who had brought me, and proudly paid for the chairs to which we had found our way through the crowd, looked serenely blissful. She was not one whit depressed by the fact that she and I were the only ugly ducklings in this dazzling array of swans. Forgotten was her rusty black frock, with the cheap, pathetic jet trimming on the bodice; her last year's hat, with its faded pink roses, had practically ceased to exist.
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