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Mrs Gildea had settled early to her morning's work in what she called the veranda-study of her cottage in Leichardt's Town. It was a primitive cottage of the old style, standing in a gard… Mehr…

Mrs Gildea had settled early to her morning's work in what she called the veranda-study of her cottage in Leichardt's Town. It was a primitive cottage of the old style, standing in a garden and built on the cliff-the Emu Point side-overlooking the broad Leichardt River. The veranda, quite twelve feet wide, ran-Australian fashion-along the front of the cottage, except for the two closed-in ends forming, one a bathroom and the Other a kind of store closet. Being raised a few feet above Mrs Gildea had settled early to her morning's work in what she called the veranda-study of her cottage in Leichardt's Town. It was a primitive cottage of the old style, standing in a garden and built on the cliff-the Emu Point side-overlooking the broad Leichardt River. The veranda, quite twelve feet wide, ran-Australian fashion-along the front of the cottage, except for the two closed-in ends forming, one a bathroom and the Other a kind of store closet. Being raised a few feet above the ground, the veranda was enclosed by a wooden railing, and this and the supporting posts were twined with creepers that must have been planted at least thirty years. One of these, a stephanotis, showed masses of white bloom, which Joan Gildea casually reflected would have fetched a pretty sum in Covent Garden, and, joining in with a fine-growing asparagus fern, formed an arch over the entrance steps. The end of the veranda, where Mrs Gildea had established herself with her type-writer and paraphernalia of literary work, was screened by a thick-stemmed grape-vine, which made a dapple of shadow and sunshine upon the boarded floor. Some bunches of late grapes-it was the very beginning of March-hung upon the vine, and, at the Other end of the veranda, grew a passion creeper, its great purple fruit looking like huge plums amidst its vivid green leaves. The roof of the veranda was low, with projecting eaves, below which a bunch of yellowing bananas hung to ripen. In fact, the veranda and garden beyond would have been paradise to a fruitarian. Against the wall of the store-room, stood a large tin dish piled with melons, pine-apples and miscellaneous garden produce, while, between the veranda posts, could be seen a guava-tree, an elderly fig and a loquat all in full bearing. The garden seemed a tangle of all manner of vegetation-an oleander in bloom, a poinsettia, a yucca, lifting its spike of waxen white blossoms, a narrow flower-border in which the gardenias had become Fiction & Literature, , Lady Bridget in the Never-Never Land: A Story of Australian Life~~ Rosa Praed~~Fiction & Literature~~9781465531360, EN, Lady Bridget in the Never-Never Land: A Story of Australian Life, Rosa Praed, 9781465531360, Library of Alexandria, 03/08/2015, , , , Library of Alexandria, 03/08/2015<

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Mrs Gildea had settled early to her morning's work in what she called the veranda-study of her cottage in Leichardt's Town. It was a primitive cottage of the old style, standing in a gard… Mehr…

Mrs Gildea had settled early to her morning's work in what she called the veranda-study of her cottage in Leichardt's Town. It was a primitive cottage of the old style, standing in a garden and built on the cliff-the Emu Point side-overlooking the broad Leichardt River. The veranda, quite twelve feet wide, ran-Australian fashion-along the front of the cottage, except for the two closed-in ends forming, one a bathroom and the Other a kind of store closet. Being raised a few feet above Mrs Gildea had settled early to her morning's work in what she called the veranda-study of her cottage in Leichardt's Town. It was a primitive cottage of the old style, standing in a garden and built on the cliff-the Emu Point side-overlooking the broad Leichardt River. The veranda, quite twelve feet wide, ran-Australian fashion-along the front of the cottage, except for the two closed-in ends forming, one a bathroom and the Other a kind of store closet. Being raised a few feet above the ground, the veranda was enclosed by a wooden railing, and this and the supporting posts were twined with creepers that must have been planted at least thirty years. One of these, a stephanotis, showed masses of white bloom, which Joan Gildea casually reflected would have fetched a pretty sum in Covent Garden, and, joining in with a fine-growing asparagus fern, formed an arch over the entrance steps. The end of the veranda, where Mrs Gildea had established herself with her type-writer and paraphernalia of literary work, was screened by a thick-stemmed grape-vine, which made a dapple of shadow and sunshine upon the boarded floor. Some bunches of late grapes-it was the very beginning of March-hung upon the vine, and, at the Other end of the veranda, grew a passion creeper, its great purple fruit looking like huge plums amidst its vivid green leaves. The roof of the veranda was low, with projecting eaves, below which a bunch of yellowing bananas hung to ripen. In fact, the veranda and garden beyond would have been paradise to a fruitarian. Against the wall of the store-room, stood a large tin dish piled with melons, pine-apples and miscellaneous garden produce, while, between the veranda posts, could be seen a guava-tree, an elderly fig and a loquat all in full bearing. The garden seemed a tangle of all manner of vegetation-an oleander in bloom, a poinsettia, a yucca, lifting its spike of waxen white blossoms, a narrow flower-border in which the gardenias had become Fiction & Literature, , Lady Bridget in the Never-Never Land: A Story of Australian Life~~ Rosa Praed~~Fiction & Literature~~9781465531360, EN, Lady Bridget in the Never-Never Land: A Story of Australian Life, Rosa Praed, 9781465531360, Library of Alexandria, 07/29/2009, , , , Library of Alexandria, 07/29/2009<