Anne Douglas Sedgwick

Anne Douglas Sedgwick

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Portrait of Anne Douglas Sedgwick Anne Douglas Sedgwick The Little French Girl — Part 1… (1924)

Toppie was there when they got in. A fire had been lighted for tea in the drawing-room, a long room with roses on the chairs and sofas and a high wainscotting of dark woodwork, and above that blue paper with old-fashioned crayon portraits and large photographs from famous pictures. A tall grey figure stood at the further end, and Alix knew at once that it was Toppie who turned her head to look at her like that. She was helping Mrs. Bradley arrange flowers, Michaelmas daisies, oak leaves, and sprays of golden larch.
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Portrait of Anne Douglas Sedgwick Anne Douglas Sedgwick The Little French Girl — Part 1… (1924)

But she would never have known this, just as she did not know, nor did they, that she was fonder of her boys than of Ruth and Rosemary. “But I believe that in this country everybody is fonder of sons,” thought Alix, marvelling at the reappearance of the strange cabbage cut into squares and recalling impressions of English literature where, despite romantic surfaces, it was apparent to the discerning eye that men always counted for more than women.
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Portrait of Anne Douglas Sedgwick Anne Douglas Sedgwick The Little French Girl — Part 1… (1924)

One felt that the woods had grown up around it and that it preserved a tranquil personality of its own, unmoved by the haphazard accretions of a century.
“Oh, that's the Rectory; where Toppie lives,” said Ruth. “You can see the church spire just above the trees to the right. Pleasant, do you call it? I think it's rather dismal; so bare and square. It needs lots of creepers and shrubberies to make it cheerful; but old Mr. Westmacott doesn't like them.”
“Creepers would not be in the character of that house, I feel,” said Alix; “and they would hide the pretty colour of the brick.
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