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- Herausgeber: Antique Editions
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
A mysterious frame. A story that comes alive. The Ebony Frame is an enchanting short story by Edith Nesbit, blending fantasy, mystery, and a hint of the supernatural. When a seemingly ordinary ebony frame reveals unexpected secrets, the tale unfolds with intrigue, suspense, and Nesbit's signature charm. Perfect for fans of imaginative and classic children's literature, this story captivates readers with its clever twists and timeless wonder. Discover magic hidden in plain sight—download The Ebony Frame today and enjoy a classic Edith Nesbit tale.
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The Ebony Frame
Edith Nesbit
About E. Nesbit
Edith Nesbit (1858–1924), known professionally as E. Nesbit, was a British author and poet, best remembered for her imaginative and influential contributions to children's literature. She is considered one of the first modern writers of children's fantasy.
Nesbit's most famous works include The Railway Children, Five Children and It, The Phoenix and the Carpet, and The Story of the Amulet. Her stories are known for blending magical adventures with realistic settings and relatable characters.
A pioneer in her genre, Nesbit introduced a naturalistic style and a sense of humor that greatly influenced later authors, including C.S. Lewis and J.K. Rowling. Her approach to fantasy—placing magical events in everyday life—was groundbreaking for its time.
In addition to her literary work, E. Nesbit was an active socialist and co-founder of the Fabian Society, advocating for social reform and equality. Her legacy endures as one of the most beloved voices in English children's literature.
To be rich is a luxurious sensation, the more so when you have plumbed the depths of hard-up-ness as a Fleet Street hack, a picker-up of unconsidered pars, a reporter, an unappreciated journalist; all callings utterly inconsistent with one's family feeling and one's direct descent from the Dukes of Picardy.
When my Aunt Dorcas died and left me seven hundred a year and a furnished house in Chelsea, I felt that life had nothing left to offer except immediate possession of the legacy. Even Mildred Mayhew, whom I had hitherto regarded as my life's light, became less luminous. I was not engaged to Mildred, but I lodged with her mother, and I sang duets with Mildred and gave her gloves when it would run to it, which was seldom. She was a dear, good girl, and I meant to marry her some day. It is very nice to feel that a good little woman is thinking of you? it helps you in your work? and it is pleasant to know she will say "Yes," when you say, "Will you?"
But my legacy almost put Mildred out of my head, especially as she was staying with friends in the country.
Before the gloss was off my new mourning, I was seated in my aunt's armchair in front of the fire in the drawing-room of my own house. My own house! It was grand, but rather lonely. I did think of Mildred just then.
