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352 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1936
Mr. Pinthorpe fitted a key in the lock and opened the door....Barbara thought that the house seemed to welcome the sun, it had been empty and darkened for so long; and the sun seemed to be glad to be welcomed back, it streamed in through the tall windows onto the bare floors, it explored the walls from which the faded paper hung down in curling strips. The dust floated in the air, it eddied and swirled...so that the whole place seemed full of golden smoke...."This is my house," she said, and sat herself down on the broad window seat in a possessive manner.