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“And Dickon helped him, and the Magic—or whatever it was—so gave him strength that when the sun did slip over the edge and end the strange lovely afternoon for them there he actually stood on his two feet—laughing.”

Quote by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Book:The Secret Garden
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The Secret Garden

This novel, known for its evocative imagery and emotional depth, follows the journey of a young orphan girl who discovers a neglected garden in her new home. Through her efforts to restore the garden, she learns about the power of nature and the importance of nurturing one's inner and outer landscapes. more

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Frances Hodgson Burnett
Frances Hodgson Burnett

Frances Hodgson Burnett was an English playwright known for her rich imagination and delicate emotional descriptions. Her works spanned various genres including drama, novels, and poetry, with her most famous works being 'Little Women' and 'The Secret Garden'. Born on November 24, 1849, she passed away on October 29, 1924. more

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