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The Long Roll
Mary Johnston
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R1,239
Discovery Miles 12 390
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Ships in 12 - 17 working days
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Hagar (Hardcover)
Mary Johnston
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R939
Discovery Miles 9 390
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1492 (Hardcover)
Mary Johnston
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R900
Discovery Miles 9 000
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Hagar (Hardcover)
Mary Johnston
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R1,589
Discovery Miles 15 890
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Ships in 10 - 15 working days
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Foes (Hardcover)
Mary Johnston
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R1,433
Discovery Miles 14 330
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Foes (Hardcover)
Johnston Mary Johnston, Mary Johnston; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R702
Discovery Miles 7 020
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Ships in 12 - 17 working days
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Said Mother Binning: "Whiles I spin and whiles I dream. A bonny day
like this I look." English Strickland, tutor at Glenfernie House,
looked, too, at the feathery glen, vivid in June sunshine. The
ash-tree before Mother Binning's cot overhung a pool of the little
river. Below, the water brawled and leaped from ledge to ledge, but
here at the head of the glen it ran smooth and still. A rose-bush
grew by the door and a hen and her chicks crossed in the sun.
English Strickland, who had been fishing, sat on the door-stone and
talked to Mother Binning, sitting within with her wheel beside her.
"What is it, Mother, to have the second sight?" "It's to see behind
the here and now. Why're ye asking?" "I wish I could buy it or
slave for it " said Strickland. "Over and over again I really need
to see behind the here and now "
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Audrey (Hardcover)
Johnston Mary Johnston, Mary Johnston; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R746
Discovery Miles 7 460
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Ships in 12 - 17 working days
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The valley lay like a ribbon thrown into the midst of the
encompassing hills. The grass which grew there was soft and fine
and abundant; the trees which sprang from its dark, rich mould were
tall and great of girth. A bright stream flashed through it, and
the sunshine fell warm upon the grass and changed the tassels of
the maize into golden plumes. Above the valley, east and north and
south, rose the hills, clad in living green, mantled with the
purpling grape, wreathed morn and eve with trailing mist. To the
westward were the mountains, and they dwelt apart in a blue haze.
Only in the morning, if the mist were not there, the sunrise struck
upon their long summits, and in the evening they stood out, high
and black and fearful, against the splendid sky. The child who
played beside the cabin door often watched them as the valley
filled with shadows, and thought of them as a great wall between
her and some land of the fairies which must needs lie beyond that
barrier, beneath the splendor and the evening star. The Indians
called them the Endless Mountains, and the child never doubted that
they ran across the world and touched the floor of heaven.
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