By Elia Wilkinson Peattie
Elia Wilkinson Peattie was once a prolific fiction author who designated her studies as a lady within the West in dozens of essays, brief tales, and novels. In "A Mountain Woman," Peattie offers us the exciting story of a worldly ny urban architect who marries a country yet eminently useful girl from the mountains of Colorado and brings her again to the East to mingle with excessive society. [C:\Users\Microsoft\Documents\Calibre Library]
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