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by Anne Rundle

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  • ISBN 0399121986
  • ISBN13 978-0399121982
  • Language English
  • Author Anne Rundle
  • Publisher Putnam (1978)
  • Pages 257
  • Formats lrf mobi doc lit
  • Category No category
  • Size ePub 1703 kb
  • Size Fb2 1542 kb
  • Rating: 4.4
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Wildford's Daughter book. Author of over 40 gothic and romance novels, she wrote as Anne Rundle, her maiden namem and under the pseudonyms of Joanne Marshall, Marianne Lamont, Alexandra Manners, Jeanne Sanders, and Georgianna Bell. Books by Alexandra Manners.

Sable Hunter (1977) aka Cardigan Square. The White Moths (1970) aka Wildford's Daughter.

As Alexandra Manners. Sable Hunter (1977) aka Cardigan Square. Echoing Yesterday (1983). Karran Kinrade (1983). The Gaming House (1984).

ISBN 9780399121982 (978-0-399-12198-2) Hardcover, Putnam, 1978

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Her first book, Claiming the Pen: Women and Intellectual Life in the Early American South, won the Outstanding Book Award from the History of Education Society.

Ashland University MFA Program.

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Our dear Great-Aunt Agnes, how impossible for us to understand her beingthus dreaded!-she who was the playmate of our childhood; and used tospoil us, our mother said, by doing everything we asked, and making usthink she enjoyed being pulled about, and made a lion or a Turk of, asmuch as we enjoyed it. How well I remember now the pang that came overHeinz and me when we were told to speak and step softly, because she wasill, and then taken for a few minutes in the day to sit quite still byher bed-side with picture-books, because she loved to look at us, butcould not bear any noise.