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“There is someone I must say goodbye to. Oh, not you - we are sure to see each other again - but the Lily Bart you knew. I have kept her with me all this time, but now we are going to part, and I have brought her back to you - I am going to leave her here. When I go out presently she will not go with me. I shall like to think that she has stayed with you.”

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Book:Delphi Complete Works of Edith Wharton (Illustrated)
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Delphi Complete Works of Edith Wharton (Illustrated)

The Delphi Complete Works of Edith Wharton (Illustrated) is a comprehensive compilation of the author's literary output. It features her renowned novels such as 'The House of Mirth' and 'Ethan Frome,' as well as her shorter works and correspondence. Each volume is illustrated, enhancing the reading experience with visual elements. more

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Edith Wharton
Edith Wharton

American novelist known for her delicate psychological portrayals and profound social insights. Edith Wharton came from a wealthy New York family and her works mainly reflect the American society at the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century. Her representative works include 'The Age of Innocence' and 'The House of Mirth' among others. more

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Book:Burning your boats: the collected short stories
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