excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 334 (42 words)
excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 334 (42 words)
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Oh, farewell, farewell! After Peg was off to bed and I had washed up and came into my room to the music of Aeterna Christi munera, there on my desk was next year's diary, inscribed by her; and a very small feather. |
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