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But , for years now , everything she said and did had made him think of her as somebody who had never had any proper womanhood between her girlhood and her age . The first letter was dated December 20 , 1934 , five years after they had ...
But , for years now , everything she said and did had made him think of her as somebody who had never had any proper womanhood between her girlhood and her age . The first letter was dated December 20 , 1934 , five years after they had ...
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It was a real Irish July day , little showers of rain , great steamy clouds rising up all around us , everything bruised black and blue , the hills , the white fields , the blue sky . We swam and we lay down on the cool sand .
It was a real Irish July day , little showers of rain , great steamy clouds rising up all around us , everything bruised black and blue , the hills , the white fields , the blue sky . We swam and we lay down on the cool sand .
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1 Somebody once said that a good prime minister is a man who knows something about everything and nothing about anything . I wince - an American foreign correspondent , stationed in Rome , covering Italy , Greece , Turkey , Corsica ...
1 Somebody once said that a good prime minister is a man who knows something about everything and nothing about anything . I wince - an American foreign correspondent , stationed in Rome , covering Italy , Greece , Turkey , Corsica ...
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