Perfect World - Ella Scrymsour

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Shannon Maldonado 0:00
Perustin pyöräilyvaatteita valmistavan ornotin vuonna 2013. Mielestäni parasta Shopifessa on se, että voimme harjoittaa liiketoimintaa ilman teknistä osaamista. Voimme hallinnoida yrityksen taustajärjestelmiä ja frontendiä sekä myydä verkossa. Vaivatta, jos Shopify olisi pyöräilyvaruste, se olisi mielestäni itse polkupyörä. Sillä asiat hoidetaan ja meidän liiketoimintamme hoituu Shopifessa. Alita ilmainen kokeilu shopify.com-sivustolla.
Professor Devi Sridhar 0:30
Olen Shannon Maldonado. Käsitehtyjä artisaanituotteita myyvän Jauwi-lahjakaupan perustaja. Valitsin Shopify, koska alustoja testatessani totesin sen ehdottomasti yhdeksi helppokäyttöisimmistä alustoista. Minulla oli tärkeää pohtia kehittymistämme tulevaisuudessa. Kaikki myyntiin tarvittavat työkalut, kuten varaston suunnittelu, ovat kätevästi Dashboardissa. Aloita ilmainen kokeilu shopify.com-sivustolla.
Shannon Maldonado 1:00
Perustin pyöräilyvaatteita valmistavan ornotin vuonna 2013. Mielestäni parasta Shopifessa on se, että voimme harjoittaa liiketoimintaa ilman teknistä osaamista. Voimme hallinnoida yrityksen taustajärjestelmiä ja frontendiä sekä myydä verkossa. Vaivatta, jos Shopify olisi pyäilyvaruste, se olisi mielestäni itse polkupyörä. Sillä asiat hoidetaan ja meidän liiketoimintamme hoituu Shopifessa. Aloita ilmainen kokeilu shopify.com-sivustolla.
Unknown 1:30
Section one of the perfect world. This is a Libervox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit libervox dot org dot The Perfect World by Alice Grimsawer. Section one Strangers come to Marshfield Inn. An English summer. The birds sang merrily, and the trees bowed their heads keeping time with the melody. The breeze whispered its accompaniment, and all the glades and woods were happy. Marshfieldon was perhaps one of the prettiest villages in Derbyshire. Nestling among the peaks of that lovely county, its surroundings were most picturesque. Its straggling street, for it had but one, was unspoiled by tripper or tourist, for its charms were unknown to the outside world.
Unknown 2:23
The road was cobbled and boasted of no pavement, and long gardens shining with marigolds and nasturtiums reached down to each side of it, forming frames to the pretty irregular little cottages with their gables and lattice windows. The little church at the top of the street finished the picture. It was very tiny, holding only about one hundred and fifty people, but with its ivy covered towers and picturesque little graveyard, the vicar was a lucky man to have charge of such a place. Unmarried and friendless, he had come to Marshfield in forty years before, and had lodged with Mrs. Skeet, the cobbler's wife. Still he remained, having grown old in the service of his people. It was a well known fact that our vicar, as Mr Woodthrop was called, was
Unknown 3:09
had during all that time never left the precincts of the parish. Children had grown up and gone away married, old people had died, but still Mr Winthrop went on in his kind, fatherly manner, advising those who sought the benefit of his wisdom, helping those who needed his aid, and still living in the little rooms he had rented when he first came to Marshfield and a stranger. Marshfieldon was about seven miles off the main road. As they would have to reach it by narrow lanes and rudded roads, motorists never came its way, and it retained its old world simplicity. Two miles to the south was a coal mine in which most of the villagers toiled. It was quite an unimportant one and not very deep, but it gave employment to all the natives who needed work.
Unknown 3:54
Strange as it seems, however, by an unwritten law, not one of the villagers entered Marshfield and in his collar dirt or caulier garbage. Every one of the men changed his clothes at Grimland, as the mine district was called, and washed away the coal dust and dirt, so in the evening, when they made their way in a body to their homes, they returned as fresh and clean as they had left them in the morning. It was therefore an ideal place to live, and as old Mr Winthrop walked down the uneven street, his eyes dimmed and his thoughts were tender as he acknowledged first one, then another of his flock.

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