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About a quarter of a century ago, a young English girl—Anastasia Fenning by name—went to pay a visit of a few weeks to friends of her family, whose home was a comfortable old house in the pleasantest part of France. She had been somewhat delicate, and it was thought that the milder climate during a part of the winter might be advantageous to her. It proved so. A month or two saw her completely restored to her usual health and beauty, for she was a very pretty girl; and, strange to say, the visit of a few weeks ended in a sojourn of fully twenty years in what came to be her adopted country, without any return during that long stretch of time to her own home, or indeed to England at all. This was how it came about. The eldest son—or rather grandson of her hosts, for he was an orphan—Henry Derwent, fell in love with the pretty and attractive girl, and she returned his affection. There was no objection to the marriage, for the Derwents and Fennings were friends of more than a generation’s standing. And Henry’s prospects were good, as he was already second in command to old Mr Derwent himself, the head of the large and well-established firm of Derwent and Paulmier, wine merchants and vine-growers; and Anastasia, the only daughter of a widowed country parson of fair private means, would have a “dot” which the Derwents, even taking into account their semi-French ideas on such subjects, thought satisfactory.

Lang:- English, Pages 418. Reprinted in 2013 with the help of original edition published long back. This book is in black & white, Hardcover, sewing binding for longer life with Matt laminated multi-Colour Dust Cover, Printed on high quality Paper, re-sized as per Current standards, professionally processed without changing its contents. As these are old books, there may be some pages which are blur or missing or black spots. If it is multi volume set, then it is only single volume. We expect that you will understand our compulsion in these books. We found this book important for the readers who want to know more about our old treasure so we brought it back to the shelves. (Customisation is possible). Hope you will like it and give your comments and suggestions.Original Title:- Blanche [Hardcover] Author:- Mrs. Molesworth

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 Excerpt: ...'I was so happy there, that it made me choose this part of England in preference to any other, when the time came for us to make our home here.' She sighed a little. 'It is a very nice part of the world, I do think,' said Hebe. 'But I suppose it takes a little time to get to feel at home anywhere. And it must seem very strange to you to come back to the same place after so many years.' 'It hardly seems like the same place,' said Mrs Derwent, 'but that would not matter, if Blanche and Stasy get to feel at home here.' 'I do hope they will,' said Hebe, with such evidently sincere earnestness, that Mrs Derwent's heart was won on the spot. 'If only I had anything in my power'--then she hesitated, and her colour deepened a little--'I may have before long,' she added with a smile. 'I mean to say,' she went on, with some slight confusion, 'if Miss Derwent cares to have me as a friend, I look forward to being rather more my own mistress than I am just now.' You are very good,' said Mrs Derwent simply; but at that moment Stasy came dancing over the grass, to say that the guests of the day, 'the guild girls,' had begun to arrive, and Lady Hebe was in request to organise the games. 'Where is Herty?' said Mrs Derwent suddenly. 'I haven't seen him for ever so long!' 'He went off to the wood, to get some more ivy, just after luncheon,' said Blanche. 'Yes, he should have been back by now. But you needn't be uneasy about him, mamma; he's sure to be all right.' 'Still, I wish he would come back,' said Mrs Derwent. 'He was looking forward to the fun of helping us with the tea and everything.' The next hour passed very busily--so busily, that, except Mrs Derwent herself, no one gave a thought to Herty's continued absence, and even she forgot it from time to time. But when the ...

About a quarter of a century ago, a young English girl—Anastasia Fenning by name—went to pay a visit of a few weeks to friends of her family, whose home was a comfortable old house in the pleasantest part of France. She had been somewhat delicate, and it was thought that the milder climate during a part of the winter might be advantageous to her. It proved so. A month or two saw her completely restored to her usual health and beauty, for she was a very pretty girl; and, strange to say, the visit of a few weeks ended in a sojourn of fully twenty years in what came to be her adopted country, without any return during that long stretch of time to her own home, or indeed to England at all.