Set in Silver. C. N. Williamson

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СКАЧАТЬ BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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       AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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       FROM SIR LIONEL PENDRAGON TO COLONEL PATRICK O'HAGAN

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       MRS. SENTER TO HER SISTER, MRS. BURDEN

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       AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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       MRS. SENTER TO HER SISTER, MRS. BURDEN

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       AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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       AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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       AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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       AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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       SIR LIONEL PENDRAGON TO COLONEL PATRICK O'HAGAN

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       SIR LIONEL PENDRAGON TO COLONEL O'HAGAN

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       MRS. SENTER TO HER SISTER, MRS. BURDEN

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       AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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       MRS. SENTER TO HER NEPHEW, DICK BURDEN, AT GLEN LACHLAN, N. B.

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       DICK BURDEN TO HIS AUNT, MRS. SENTER, MIDLAND HOTEL, BRADFORD

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       AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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       AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

      With all admiration we dedicate our story

       of a tour in the land he loves

      " … this little world,

      This precious stone, set in the silver sea

      That serves it in the office of a wall,

      Or as a moat defensive to a house,

      Against the envy of less happier lands,

      This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England."

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

       AT CHAMPEL-LES-BAINS, SWITZERLAND

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      Rue Chapeau de Marie Antoinette,

      Versailles,

      July 4th

      Darling Little French Mother: Things have happened. Fire-crackers! Roman candles! rockets! But don't be frightened. They're all in my head. Nevertheless I haven't had such a Fourth of July since I was a small girl in America, and stood on a tin pail with a whole pack of fire-crackers popping away underneath.

      Isn't it funny, when you have a lot to tell, it's not half as easy to write a letter as when you've nothing at all to say, and must make up for lack of matter by weaving phrases? Now, when I'm suffering from a determination of too many words to my pen, they all run together in a torrent, and I don't know how to make them dribble singly to a beginning.

      I think I'll talk about other things first. That's the way dear Dad used to do when he had exciting news, and loved to dangle it over our heads, "cherry ripe" fashion, harping on the weather or the state СКАЧАТЬ