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New York Weekly
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v. 23 no. 41
— page 8 |
| Subject / Tag: |
Sketch |
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New York Weekly, v. XXIII, no. 41, August 27, 1868 (Issue) |
| Author: |
Graves, Helen Forrest
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| Date: |
August 27, 1868 |
| First Sentence: |
Alice Eden sat in the little arbor at the foot of the garden-a cool, shady place, wherehoneysuckles [sic] braided their long tendrils into a sort of fantastic wicker-work, and morning-glories swung blue and crimson cups in the August breeze-and Harry Maynard, her tall, handsome lover, leaned over her, trying to read her eyes as one would read the unknown characters of some mystic script. |
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