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Page 37
I was fond of their greyish leaves and pale flowers . For some reason they made
me think of the seaa distant ... There were always fuchsias flowering in her
bedroom in winter . As for her garden , it was thick with burdock along the fences ,
but ...
I was fond of their greyish leaves and pale flowers . For some reason they made
me think of the seaa distant ... There were always fuchsias flowering in her
bedroom in winter . As for her garden , it was thick with burdock along the fences ,
but ...
Page 76
Small shaggy flowers , half hidden among the wayside stones , peered curiously
at the carriage and at the grey horses , stepping out gravely , their heads held
high as if on parade , in order to keep themselves from tearing downhill and
spilling ...
Small shaggy flowers , half hidden among the wayside stones , peered curiously
at the carriage and at the grey horses , stepping out gravely , their heads held
high as if on parade , in order to keep themselves from tearing downhill and
spilling ...
Page 118
He was taking a basket with him , full of flowers to put on the grave . They were
ordinary wild flowers ; we had picked them in the woods and fields and Mama
had packed them between layers of damp moss and covered them with a damp
cloth ...
He was taking a basket with him , full of flowers to put on the grave . They were
ordinary wild flowers ; we had picked them in the woods and fields and Mama
had packed them between layers of damp moss and covered them with a damp
cloth ...
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