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Muslin

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1166    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

that this is the very last ev

have thought that you must have had enough of the place. Why, you have been h

bye, and for ever, to friends we have known so long, and who h

have always been the petted and spoilt child of the school. Nothing was ever too go

Cecilia. 'You grumble at everything, and you

ly just got the prize for composition. Besides, if you like the convent as much as I da

ak to Cecilia in that horri

ainst me, Alice; but that's

ehind her the soft evening swept the sea, effacing with azure the brown sails of the fishing-boa

ause she didn't get a prize, and Sister Agnes told her that she n

; 'but, now she is gone, tell me, Alice, how do you think she played her part? As far as I can judge she didn'

gree with you that Olive

, and you got, dear Alice, the handsomest p

him look like a man? I tried to walk just as Fr

y; but I think I should like hi

sentimental-at least, n

o copy Fr

Alice, one of these days-a coquettish girl, you know, who co

speak English again, now you've got

d hard for it. I was determined to get it, for ma says it is

truth about your French prize is that you may consider yourself very fortunate, for if' (she mentioned

discussed the justice of the distribution. The names of an infinite number of girls were mentioned; but when, in the babb

s of gold grew dim; orange and yellow streamers blended; lilac and blue pennons faded to deep greys; dark hoods and dark veils were drawn closer; purple was gathered like garments about the loins; the night fell, and the sky, now decorated with a cresc

the last we shall pass here,' said the gi

are plenty of things to be done at home; and I suppose we shall all get married one of these days? And there will be

ot, unless it was to som

't think I could marry a man

meone who was very grand as

triving to readjust her ideas, which Violet's rema

g you to Dublin for the season? Are

said I should be

f the hunting will be over, and I wouldn't miss th

it was with difficulty she answered she didn't

that remained to tell where the sun had set, the night fell like a heavy, blinding dust

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“Hailed by Yeats as a masterpiece, this 1886 novel sheds light on the Anglo-Irish marriage market. Moore offers a satiric yet sympathetic look at five unmarried daughters of the Anglo-Irish gentry and details their desperate antics to locate suitable husbands. Written with vivid and rich attention to period details, the book is a prime example of Moore's innate ability to grasp women's issues.”
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