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Sapphira and the Slave Girl Willa Cather
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9786257058582
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13.50x21.00
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181
Basım Yeri
İstanbul
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1
Basım Tarihi
2020-03
Kapak Türü
Ciltsiz
Kağıt Türü
2. Hamur
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İngilizce

Sapphira and the Slave Girl

Yazar: Willa Cather
Yayınevi : Platanus Publishing
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35,10TL
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9786257058582
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Sapphira and the Slave Girl
Sapphira and the Slave Girl
35.10

“True, her malady had taken away her colour; she was always pale now, and, in the morning, something puffy under the eyes. But the eyes themselves were clear; a lively greenish blue, with no depth. Her face was pleasant, very attractive to people who were not irked by the slight shade of placid self-esteem. She bore her disablement with courage; seldom referred to it, sat in her crude invalid's chair as if it were a seat of privilege. She could stand on her feet with a good air when visitors came, could walk to the private closet behind her bedroom on the arm of her maid. Her speech, like her handwriting, was more cultivated than was common in this back-country district. Her daughter sometimes felt a kind of false pleasantness in the voice. Yet, she reflected as she listened to the letter, it was scarcely false it was the only kind of pleasantness her mother had, not very warm.”

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    • “True, her malady had taken away her colour; she was always pale now, and, in the morning, something puffy under the eyes. But the eyes themselves were clear; a lively greenish blue, with no depth. Her face was pleasant, very attractive to people who were not irked by the slight shade of placid self-esteem. She bore her disablement with courage; seldom referred to it, sat in her crude invalid's chair as if it were a seat of privilege. She could stand on her feet with a good air when visitors came, could walk to the private closet behind her bedroom on the arm of her maid. Her speech, like her handwriting, was more cultivated than was common in this back-country district. Her daughter sometimes felt a kind of false pleasantness in the voice. Yet, she reflected as she listened to the letter, it was scarcely false it was the only kind of pleasantness her mother had, not very warm.”

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