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A melia Maxwell sat by the front-chamber window of the great house overlooking the road, and her own story-an -a-half farther toward the west. Every day she was alone under her own roof, save at the times when old lady Knowles of the great house summoned her for work at fine sewing or braiding rags. All A melias kin were dead. Now she was used to their solemn absence, and sufficiently at one with her own humble way of life, letting her few acres at the halves, and earning a dollar here and there with her clever fingers. She was but little over forty, yet she was aware that her life, in its keener phases, was already done. She had had her romance and striven to forget it; but out of that time pathetic voices now and then called to her, and old longings awoke, to breathe for a moment and then sleep again. A melia seemed, even to old lady Knowles, who knew her best, a cheerful, humorous body; but only A melia saw the road by which her serenity had come. Chiefly it was through an inexplicable devotion to the great house.
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Présentation de l'éditeur :
Every day she was alone under her own roof, save at the times when old lady Knowles of the great house summoned her for work at fine sewing or braiding rags. All A melia skin were dead. Now she was used to their solemn absence, and sufficiently at one with her own humble way of life, letting her few acres at the halves, and earning a dollar here and there with her clever fingers. She was but little over forty, yet she was aware that her life, in its keener phases, was already done. She had had her romance and striven to forget it ;but out of that time pathetic voices now and then called to her, and old longings awoke, to breathe for a moment and then sleep again. A melia seemed, even to old lady Knowles, who knew her best, a cheerful, humorous body; but only A melia saw the road by which her serenity had come. Chiefly it was through an inexplicable devotion to the great house.
(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.
Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at www.forgottenbooks.org
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