The House of Mirth
Book 1, chapter 4
The windows stood open to the sparkling freshness of the September morning, and between the yellow boughs she caught a perspective of hedges and parterres leading by degrees of lessening formality to the free undulations of the park.
Parterres. Remember back to Jane Eyre when we encountered this classic word the first time?
I miss Jane.
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dangermom
May 2, 2013 at 6:57 pm
Me too!
Christina Joy
May 3, 2013 at 9:41 am
Me three!!!