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On Furlough by Florence Olmstead 1918 Charles Scribner

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Antiquarian & Collectible

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Condition:

Used

Binding:

Hardcover

Printing Year:

1918

Category:

Literature

Publisher:

Charles Scribner's Sons

Author:

Florence Olmstead

Topic:

Fiction

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Item number:

2009905

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On Furlough by Florence Olmstead 1918 Charles Scribners On Furlough Florence Olmstead New York: Charles Scribner's Sons 1918 Published August 1918 316 pages The binding is weakened and the pages are tanned but clean. The cover has a small amount of edge wear and is lightly rubbed and faded. Good. Hardcover. Chapter 1: The little house was on the edge of the woods; that fact was beyond dispute. The gloom of the pine-lands came out palpably and enveloped it at twilight, and the morning sun shone upon it through overhanging boughs. These things, of themselves, would have decided Celia Northrup upon the purchase, but, in addition, the marsh stretched its green-brown expanse just in front of the door. The month was December. Celia stood on her piazza and looked upon the Pleiads in the steely blue sky above the moss-hung oaks. It was hers, all hers--the oaks, the Pleiads, the night sky, the solitude, the marshes, the wide reach of river beyond--hers through possession of the vantage-point on which she stood, the little house, with its squares of yellow light behind her. How strange to think that "men in nations" were fighting, anywhere in such a world. (#0000874)
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