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A Little Girl In Old Detroit

Auhtor: Amanda Minnie Douglas

Language: english
Published: 1902

Genres:

young readers,  fiction and literature,  history
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Review by Dr. Bojan Tunguz, May 2009


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Little Girl In Old Detroit':

... In fact the English, as the French had before them, cherished dreams of recovering the territory, which would be in all time to come an important center ...
... the other side of the globe of which we know very little.. The other side. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, and a little crease deepened in the ...
... had been considerable emigration of better class people and more personal liberty. It was no longer everything for a king whose rigorous command was ...
... and a prie dieu. A candle was burning and its light defined the ivory crucifix above. In the corner a curtained something that might be a confessional. ...
... both languages could make herself understood. Well. exclaimed a young lieutenant who had been overseeing some work and cleaning up at the barracks, ...
... St. Armand. inquiringly. He was here in the summer. He has gone to Paris. And he wanted me to study. It is hard and sometimes foolishness, but ...
... and Pani was loaded with fruit. At the hut of Wenonah, the mistress insisted upon their coming in to supper and Jeanne consented for them both. For, ...
... with a touch of disappointment. It gave a bewitching gravity to her countenance. Oh, yes. My father and I are never long apart. We are very fond ...
... garb, which had hardly changed for two hundred years except when it was put by for winter furs, clean blue tunics, scarlet caps and sashes, deerskin ...
... that great giant, said Martin Lavosse. I suppose every girl will go crazy about him because he has been up north and made some money. His father has ...
... friends and playmates, one might say, only a few years ago. He had been a slave to her pretty whims then. She had decorated his head with feathers and ...
... do not press your hand so tight. Yet the young men who can talk are pleasant to meet. Pani, did you love your husband.. Indian girls are different. ...
... demon within him that Louis Marsac called love raged and rose to white heat. If he could even carry her off. But that would be a foolish ...
... up and ran again. Her slim figure was as nothing to him. But it was better not to have her head covered. There seemed a narrow path through these ...
... the strain was over Jeanne felt as if all her strength had given way. Was she really safe. The hearty French accent sounded like home and the dark, round ...
... All her pulses thrilled with anticipation. Home. How sweet a word it was. . Chapter Xvii. A Pan Of Gladness.CHAPTER XVII. A PAN OF GLADNESS. Jeanne's ...
... went out and searched. Some wild beast might have devoured you, but they found no trace. And they thought of Indians. Poor Pani. But all will be well ...
... to her father's arms. The little group were so astounded that no one spoke. The woman still knelt, nay, shriveled in a little heap. She has fainted, ...
... Fleury acknowledged to herself, and she wondered that no one beside M. St. Armand had seen the promise in her. The Sieur Angelot had been presented ...
... Jeanne would not leave her. I am here. O Pierre, how good you are. and the praise was like a draught of wine to him. The flames flashed hither ...