Marcia in Germany: An Indiscreet Chronicle

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W. Heinemann, 1908 - English fiction - 310 pages
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Page 193 - On this the King and Queen and the other members of the royal family were seated.
Page 298 - ... Randolph Coolidge shared her brothers' affection for their common friend. She was only fourteen years old, but she wrote him the most fascinating notes, which he cherished to the end of his life. "I cannot let you go," she wrote, just before her brothers sailed, "without telling you how much I love you and how grateful I am to you for all your kindness to me and my brothers. Poor little fellows! They will feel badly enough the first week or two of their residence in Geneva!
Page 70 - He shut the door hastily, and strode off down the street, anxious to put as much distance as possible between himself and the little house which had been his favourite refuge during the last five years.
Page 34 - MOTHER You poor girl. You must tell me all about it. Perhaps I can help you. PIERRETTE No, you could never help me. You don't understand how it is. It was all my own fault, and now it's too late to do anything. MOTHER Perhaps not. We never know when it's too late. Here, now, is your tea. Be careful, don't spill it — it's hot. And here's a cake to eat with it. It's ginger-cake.
Page 258 - It has been a matter of much regret to me that I have been unable to assist you in your social campaign.
Page 12 - I have not written, you must not think that I have forgotten you, dear friend,
Page 3 - Marcia was glad to stretch herself after the long journey, and to see something of the town which was to be her home for the next year. It was a...
Page 235 - All the furniture had been removed, with the exception of the piano, and the strongest chairs ; for at Fastnacht little respect is shown for property, or indeed for anything else.
Page 64 - At the sound of a key turning in the front door, the woman threw down her work and jumped up with a cry of pleasure.

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