hemie Keller vol. 2 of 3 a novel

The day arrived when Phemie felt those masses of foliage, those banks of branch and leaf, those never—ending plantations, those inexorable stately trees, oppress her soul. Mountain—reared, she longed for greater freedom—for a country over which her eye could wander free and unconfined: she longed for the hill—side, for the desolate seashore: but on the evening when she returned home again, after years spent in travelling from place to place, England—any part of it—seemed a possession gained, a good secured, and Mrs. Stondon rejoiced to cross the threshold of Marshlands, and hear words of welcome spoken in her native tongue...FROM THE BOOKS.