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The afternoon was dragging towards its mellow hour. The sun was deepening the...
Author:
Frances Hodgson Burnett
Book:
The Secret Garden
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The afternoon was dragging towards its mellow hour. The sun was deepening the gold of its lances, the bees were going home and the birds were flying past less often."
( Frances Hodgson Burnett )
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