""Audrey"" by Mary Johnston is a novel that tells the story of Audrey, a young woman who is forced to navigate the complexities of love, family, and societal expectations in the early 20th century. Born into a wealthy family, Audrey is expected to marry well and conform to the expectations of her class. However, she is drawn to a young artist named Philip, who is not of her social standing. As Audrey struggles to reconcile her feelings for Philip with her duty to her family, she must also confront the prejudices and ...
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""Audrey"" by Mary Johnston is a novel that tells the story of Audrey, a young woman who is forced to navigate the complexities of love, family, and societal expectations in the early 20th century. Born into a wealthy family, Audrey is expected to marry well and conform to the expectations of her class. However, she is drawn to a young artist named Philip, who is not of her social standing. As Audrey struggles to reconcile her feelings for Philip with her duty to her family, she must also confront the prejudices and limitations placed on women of her time. Set against the backdrop of World War I and the suffrage movement, ""Audrey"" is a powerful exploration of love, freedom, and the courage it takes to break free from societal norms.1902. Johnston, an American novelist, wrote books that combine romance with history. She is chiefly remembered for To Have and to Hold, a story of colonial Virginia, and its successor, Audrey. Audrey begins: The valley lay like a ribbon thrown into the midst of the encompassing hills. The grass which grew there was soft and fine and abundant; the trees which sprang from its dark, rich mound were tall and great of girth. A bright stream flashed through it, and the sunshine fell warm upon the grass and changed the tassels of the maize into golden plumes. Above the valley, east and north and south, rose the hills, clad in living green, mantled with the purpling grape, wreathed morn and eve with trailing mist. To the westward were the mountains, and they dwelt apart in a blue haze. Only in the morning, if the mist were not there, the sunrise struck upon their long summits, and in the evening they stood out, high and black and fearful, against the splendid sky. The child who played beside the cabin door often watched them as the valley filled with shadows, and thought of them as a great wall between her and some land of the fairies which must needs lie beyond that barrier, beneath the splendor and the evening star. The Indians called them the Endless Mountains, and the child never doubted that they ran across the world and touched the floor of heaven. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
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