The Young O'Briens - Westrup, Margaret
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The Young O'Briens: Being an Account of Their Sojourn in London" is a classic book, that has held significant value throughout history, and to ensure its timeless wisdom is never lost, Alpha Editions has carefully preserved it by republishing it in a modern, accessible format for both present and future generations. Thoughtfully reformatted, retyped, and newly designed, this edition offers a clear and readable text-free from scanned copies of the original work. Alpha Editions is dedicated to breathing new life into antique and classic books, making these literary treasures available once again…mehr

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The Young O'Briens: Being an Account of Their Sojourn in London" is a classic book, that has held significant value throughout history, and to ensure its timeless wisdom is never lost, Alpha Editions has carefully preserved it by republishing it in a modern, accessible format for both present and future generations. Thoughtfully reformatted, retyped, and newly designed, this edition offers a clear and readable text-free from scanned copies of the original work. Alpha Editions is dedicated to breathing new life into antique and classic books, making these literary treasures available once again for readers who cherish history, culture, and timeless knowledge.
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..little shudder at the memory of that moment of sudden, sharp realisation. The study faced east; its windows looked out on to great boulders of grey rock that led in a long uneven slope to the seaweed-covered rocks and the sea. The heather had been out then; the boulders were covered with it; there was a little mist in the air, so that the grey and purple mingled in a lovely haze of colour. The sea-gulls and the gannets were quarrelling over something; their voices came in at the open windows. The scent of the seaweed had come to her, too; and quite suddenly she had understood that they were to leave it all. Her father had gone on speaking; she had felt vaguely sorry for him, as she listened to his halting speech and saw the strained look on his face. But in those first minutes nothing was of moment, nothing was real, save the crushing blow that they were to leave their home; that they were to go away; that strangers were to live in it.