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Lodusky
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Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett is best known for writing books for kids, and her classic A Little Princess, originally published in 1905, is considered one of literature's best children's novels.
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PublisherKrill Press
Release dateJan 15, 2016
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Frances Hodgson Burnett

Frances Hodgson Burnett (1849–1924) was an English author and playwright best remembered for her children’s stories, including A Little Princess, The Secret Garden, and Little Lord Fauntleroy. 

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    Lodusky - Frances Hodgson Burnett

    LODUSKY

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    Frances Hodgson Burnett

    SILVER SCROLL PUBLISHING

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    Lodusky

    By

    Frances Hodgson Burnett

    Lodusky

    Published by Silver Scroll Publishing

    New York City, NY

    First published circa 1924

    Copyright © Silver Scroll Publishing, 2015

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    Silver Scroll Publishing is a digital publisher that brings the best historical fiction ever written to modern readers. Our comprehensive catalogue contains everything from historical novels about Rome to works about World War I.

    By Frances Hodgson Burnett

    Copyright, 1877

    They were rather an incongruous element amid the festivities, but they bore themselves very well, notwithstanding, and seemed to be sufficiently interested. The elder of the two—a tall, slender, middle-aged woman, with a somewhat severe, though delicate face—sat quietly apart, looking on at the rough dances and games with a keen relish of their primitive uncouthness; but the younger, a slight, alert creature, moved here and there, her large, changeable eyes looking larger through their glow of excitement.

    Thet gal thar, drawled a tall mountaineer who supported himself against the chimney and spat with placid regularity into the fire. They tell me thet gal thar hes writ things as hes been in print. They say she’s powerful smart—arns her livin’ by it. ‘T least thet’s what Jake Harney says, ‘n they’s a-boardin’ at Harney’s. The old woman’s some of her kin, ‘n’ goes ‘long with her when she travels ‘round.

    There was one fiddler at work sawing industriously at one tune which did good service throughout the entertainment; there was a little furious and erratic reel-dancing, and much loud laughter, and good-natured, even if somewhat personal, jest. The room was one of two which formed the house; the walls were of log; the lights the cheery yellow flare of great pine-knots flung one after the other upon the embers.

    I am glad I thought of North Carolina, Rebecca Noble said to herself. There is a strong hint of Rembrandt in this,—the bright yellow light, the uncouth figures. Ah! who is that?

    A short time after, she made her way through the crowd to her relative’s corner among the shadows. She looked eager and excited, and spoke in a quick, breathless fashion.

    I want to show you something, if you have not already seen it, she said. "There is in this room, Aunt Miriam, the most

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