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- Author: Clara Louise Burnham
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1533436304
- ISBN-13: 9781533436306
- Format: 20.3 x 25.4 x 0.9 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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The sea glittered in all directions. The grassy field, humpy with knolls and lumpy with gray rock, sloped down toward the near-by water. Bunches of savin and bay and groups of Christmas trees flourished in the fresh June air, and exhilarating balsamic odors assailed Miss Burridge's nostrils as she stood in the doorway viewing the landscape o'er and reflectively picking her teeth with a pin. "It's an awful sightly place to fail in, anyway," she thought. Her one boarder came and stood beside her. She was a young woman with a creamy skin, regular features, dark, dreaming eyes, and a pleasant, slow smile. "Are you gathering inspiration, Miss Burridge?" she asked, settling a white tam-o'-shanter on her smooth brown locks. "I hope so, Miss Wilbur. I need it." "How could any one help it!" was Diana Wilbur's soft exclamation, as she took a deep breath and gazed at the illimitable be-diamonded blue. Priscilla Burridge turned her middle-aged gaze upon the enthusiasm of the twentieth year beside her.
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- Author: Clara Louise Burnham
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1533436304
- ISBN-13: 9781533436306
- Format: 20.3 x 25.4 x 0.9 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
The sea glittered in all directions. The grassy field, humpy with knolls and lumpy with gray rock, sloped down toward the near-by water. Bunches of savin and bay and groups of Christmas trees flourished in the fresh June air, and exhilarating balsamic odors assailed Miss Burridge's nostrils as she stood in the doorway viewing the landscape o'er and reflectively picking her teeth with a pin. "It's an awful sightly place to fail in, anyway," she thought. Her one boarder came and stood beside her. She was a young woman with a creamy skin, regular features, dark, dreaming eyes, and a pleasant, slow smile. "Are you gathering inspiration, Miss Burridge?" she asked, settling a white tam-o'-shanter on her smooth brown locks. "I hope so, Miss Wilbur. I need it." "How could any one help it!" was Diana Wilbur's soft exclamation, as she took a deep breath and gazed at the illimitable be-diamonded blue. Priscilla Burridge turned her middle-aged gaze upon the enthusiasm of the twentieth year beside her.
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