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“We must go for a day in the country and when surrounded by the gay twittering of the birds and the smell of the cows I will lay my suit at her feet and he waved his arm wildly at the gay thought.”

Quote by Daisy Ashford

Work

The Young Visiters

In this satirical novel, Clara and Henry, two young siblings from a wealthy family, host a dinner party. The guests, including a visiting nobleman and his wife, provide a stark contrast to the siblings' sheltered lives. As the evening progresses, the guests' behavior and the siblings' reactions to it serve as a commentary on the class divide and the naivety of youth. The novel delves into themes of social status, ambition, and the complexities of human nature, all while maintaining a light, humorous tone. more

Author

Daisy Ashford
Daisy Ashford

Daisy Ashford, a British writer born on April 7, 1881, and died on January 15, 1972. Her works are known for their unique style and profound emotional expression, making her an important representative of British literature in the early 20th century. more

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