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Mates at Billabong by Mary Grant Bruce (2015, Trade Paperback)

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Mates at Billabong by Mary Grant Bruce. Title Mates at Billabong. The red roofs were half hidden in the surrounding trees-pine and box and mighty blue gums towering above the tenderer green of the orchard, and the wide-flung tendrils of the Virginia creeper that was pushing slender fingers over the old walls.

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PublisherCreateSpace

ISBN-10151436784X

ISBN-139781514367841

eBay Product ID (ePID)16038589460

Product Key Features

Book TitleMates at Billabong

Number of Pages112 Pages

LanguageEnglish

Publication Year2015

TopicClassics, General

GenreFiction

AuthorMary Grant Bruce

FormatTrade Paperback

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Item Height0.3 in

Item Weight7.9 Oz

Item Length9 in

Item Width6 in

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Dewey Decimal800

SynopsisBillabong homestead lay calm and peaceful in the slanting rays of the sum that crept down the western sky. The red roofs were half hidden in the surrounding trees-pine and box and mighty blue gums towering above the tenderer green of the orchard, and the wide-flung tendrils of the Virginia creeper that was pushing slender fingers over the old walls. If you came nearer, you found how the garden rioted in colour under the touch of early summer, from the crimson rambler round the eastern bay window to the "Bonfire" salvia blazing in masses on the lawn; but from the paddocks all that could be seen was the mass of green, and the mellow red of the roof glimpsing through. Further back came a glance of rippled silver, where the breeze caught the surface of the lagoon-too lazy a breeze to do more than faintly stir the reed-fringed water.