| Author: | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ISBN: | 1230002943312 |
| Publisher: | GOLDEN CLASSIC PRESS | Publication: | November 28, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Frances Hodgson Burnett |
| ISBN: | 1230002943312 |
| Publisher: | GOLDEN CLASSIC PRESS |
| Publication: | November 28, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
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Synopsis:
One day at Arle-a tiny scattered fishing hamlet on the northwestern English coast-there stood at the door of one of the cottages near the shore a woman leaning against the lintel-post and looking out: a woman who would have been apt to attract a stranger's eye, too-a woman young and handsome. This was what a first glance would have taken in; a second would have been apt to teach more and leave a less pleasant impression. She was young enough to have been girlish, but she was not girlish in the least. Her tall, lithe, well-knit figure was braced against the door-post with a tense sort of strength; her handsome face was just at this time as dark and hard in expression as if she had been a woman with years of bitter life behind her; her handsome brows were knit, her lips were set; from head to foot she looked unyielding and stern of purpose.
*** Original and Unabridged Content. Made available by GOLDEN CLASSIC PRESS***
Synopsis:
One day at Arle-a tiny scattered fishing hamlet on the northwestern English coast-there stood at the door of one of the cottages near the shore a woman leaning against the lintel-post and looking out: a woman who would have been apt to attract a stranger's eye, too-a woman young and handsome. This was what a first glance would have taken in; a second would have been apt to teach more and leave a less pleasant impression. She was young enough to have been girlish, but she was not girlish in the least. Her tall, lithe, well-knit figure was braced against the door-post with a tense sort of strength; her handsome face was just at this time as dark and hard in expression as if she had been a woman with years of bitter life behind her; her handsome brows were knit, her lips were set; from head to foot she looked unyielding and stern of purpose.
